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Funeral Poems

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Satan’s Child

See his eyes
Like his father
Muse in devils dreams
See me transport you to him
Inside your ???
Space he will rape
Like his father
He has the same ways
Like his Mother—poor baby
My will is stronger than your will
It was committed when he died
And I’ve been living ever since
So So So close by your side
Give your touch to me my Child
Know that he cannot see
The devil wears no disguise
None! But the one you afford me
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An Angel Lost Her Wings

an angel lost her wings,
she fell from grace,
descending from the heavens
falling through space she
comes to mother earth.

she greets me with a
smile that eases all
my pain acid teardrops
fall from the clouds
like rain.

now i give myself to
you please take my
hand we could travel
together to a foreign
land, through huxley’s
door we travel just as
it was planned.

divine inspiration sent
forth by god, she is my muse without her
i have nothing she is the spark to my fuse that angel is my grandmother.

rest- n- peace grandmama i miss u so much.
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A Tribute To My Father

A fondle on chest, a soft chant of love,
a sound from heart, woke him up,.
Through shaded labyrinth of silting darkness,
he opened eyes pushing up eyelids hard.
Weakness pasted his vision with receding time.
Thick rheum sticks his eyelashes down.

Pain of regrets craves out his love for life,
one more chance in order to seek forgiveness.
Body diminishes to disintegration.
One by one cell retires into stillness.
Bones clatter and rest under his skin.
Long breathes and hiccups for fresh air.

Heart-beat lives in synthesized display machine,
Blood pressure monitored in analogue
Feeble corridors of veins pump blood in vain.
His arteries and capillaries strain by low oxygen intake.
Day light dooms slowly behind his retinas.
Spasm seizes and pulls his remaining muscles.

I could read his mind on facial expressions
A sickening empathy consumes me as his tongue collapse.
My hand unaware subtly touches his heart.
Crest fallen I try boosting his confidence.
Let me beg your release from pain of life
May your soul depart in a chariot of my obeisance?
A dream vanishes beyond recollection.
Dove escapes fluttering her angelic wings
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Yet Another Flower Falls

There he lies a bare truth.
A Spent life, pauper in full.
A glare of myth just vanished.
leaving a mystic bubble behind.

Behind veil of mist he danced,
blaring out his throat in rhythm.
Moon walking to soul of music,
he stretched hands hugging lives.

Far and wide he trotted globe,
wearing rainbow over his head.
A crown of jewels he wore,
rocking and popping his crowd.

Dressed in soap suds he played,
melting his body with music.
Among roars and claps of fans,
he lived floating a tinsel life.

A soul full of soul full melodies,
streamed out of his frail frame.
Leaning world, bowled over him.
making him a pet chameleon.

One day he fell off the rostrum.
litter his skeleton all around
His composure ridiculed cruelly,
smearing his vanity with shame

In a coffin of images he will lived
singing a melancholy to soul.
We place a wreath of our love,
Still; feeling touch of his feet in our hearts.
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Kamala Surayya

Celebrating all through her life,
she vanished behind curtain of time,
leaving a legacy of her beauty.
She was born in an angel’s dream,
glittering her womanhood with pride.

Between love and beauty she cloaked,
Clanging her sweet words of compassion,
wrote her verses with deep passion.
Her stories streamed from her soul,
signaling her thirst for unquenchable love.

Simple innocent words from her mouth,
captivated attention of world of letters.
She kept a casket of pearl close to her heart,
often wearing it all over her body.
spilling graceful droplets of thought all around.

Becoming a bride of her lover lord Krishna,
she kept a diary full of his colourful images,
sketched world with a peacock feather.
Transcended even her idol beyond concepts,
turning herself into Adwaita* on her on way.

Escaping herself into freedom by innocence,
spoke words of truth from her heart.
Resting under pomegranate tree of her home,
she wove silky sketches of love and nature,
blooming as a flower on her favorite tree.

• Hindu philosophy is based on principles of Adwaita
• Which says one with god, there is only one truth
• That you are.

I don’t know I have done justice to the great poetess by my poem,
If not I apologize for my lack of imagination.
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