In a cave far to the east Lies a city The long hidden, now lost city of pikan. With diamond and precious stones in the walls Stream and rivers flowed with pearls and gemstones The pikans were all royalty And had one sacred rule governing their lifestyle. They protected their land in unity and peace The earth belonged to the dark pikans The waters belonged to the light pikans For they control both at will. Several have tried to steal from this land But have failed
Hunters came, pikan belongs to me Warriors yelled, pikan is ours Even the Armani; from the great city of iron Lost a great deal to conquer them But failed Their sworn enemy; the ninjas Rose again to attack and take the treasures for themselves The pikans have been strong warriors over the years Although primitive bound to their customs and doctrines of the past This time the story goes different The ninjas were defeated as usual but have some men on the inside They have been pretending for years to be happy pikans They discovered the secret of the land which makes them vulnerable. The ninjas again attacked this city while appeasing the Yin energy... Yang was left alone to protect the land on his own There was only so much (he) could take Soon the energy within was lost and a new army of ninjas launched .... The pikans fled in fear Their legacy of a Millennia all shattered in pieces A few pikans decided to stay till death For this was their land after all
The ninjas yelled; victory is ours Little did they know that their end was near For I lead an army of immortals, wielding nuclear weapons. I shall now cleanse this cave of its impurities Tic - Toc And it goes ka..boom!!☠ It's all MINE
In my last memory, before I joined the human realm I was a plant, in the middle of a road I stood between two rivers and set my eyes swimming on the grey veiled sky like fishes in the ocean. It was a liminal space for my fallen leaves trying to weave and unweave themselves and an enormous playground for the dead and heavenly bodies.
Masses of molten surfaces always sung songs of joy to me but as my eyes bathed with the strings of small white clouds that sectioned the sky, those songs turned into woeful dirges for I thought clouds had white identity to be proud of but the sky was wearing dark and would be left in a kinship with slavery. I didn't know the sky was a slave already. Humans have a tendency to dominate everything they think is weak.
I wish to be a plant again, carrying the song of life in my breaths and you to be my flower and drape my breasts, hang around me like your soul does in my heart; share your beauty and sacred communion and twilights of talks with me. You are a dream that has no waking. Our love is not blood related, it comes from the heart, from where the fountains of feelings run so let me be the container of grief and eat your sorrows to their last so all I see on your face would be jeweled skies cooping me up with the finest ornament that we call a smile.
This auction house wasn't my destination This bordello wasn't anywhere in my dreams... I was a tiny fairy in my father's courtyard... I was a dear flower in my mother's garden...
I had dreamt of ruling in palaces... I beautify a bordello now... This hell is my abode now... I have long forgotten that paradise of dreams...
Many commuters visit me, but I am not their destination... The thirsty also come to me, but I'm not their eternal water-source... I am that toy or puppet which entertains you... I'm not holy enough to walk the path of life with anybody...
I gather the pieces of my splintered heart... Then wrap them in the rags of my defiled veil... Store them neatly in the vault of my past... And promptly confront my new buyer...
Bordello - Brothel
Image credit : Rightful owner (LoveThisPic)
ये नीलामघर मेरी मंज़िल नहीं थी न ख्वाबों में मेरे ये गलियाँ कहीं थी मैं बाबुल के आंगन की नन्ही परी थी मैं मैया के गुलशन की प्यारी कली थी
कभी ख्वाब महलों के देखे थे मैंने मगर अब बनी हूँ मैं कोठे की ज़ीनत ये दोज़ख ही अब तो बसेरा है मेरा जला मैं चुकी हूँ वो ख्वाबों की जन्नत
हैं प्यासे भी आते, मैं सावन नहीं हूँ मुसाफिर बहुत हैं, मैं मंज़िल नहीं हूँ जो बहलाए दिल को, खिलौना वही हूँ मैं हमराह बनने के काबिल नहीं हूँ
बुझे हुए दिल के टुकड़े समेटती हूं मैले आँचल के चीथड़ों में लपेटती हूँ अतीत की दराज में उनको सहेजती हूँ फिर नए खरीदार से रूबरू होती हूँ
UP-RISING by Carolyn Glackin From grand Valhalla Watch me rise On blood stained wings In war torn skies See my glory Fanned by flames From fires you lit To burn my name Caustic words Assailed my soul Complete demise Your vile goal How well you tried How well you failed For as you see My soul prevailed! In triumph I live on today As you look on In shocked dismay Your sad attempts Can't bring me down In your own karma You soon shall drown! So try your best With might, in vain Inflict me with Such loathsome pain A soldier's born This day, 'tis true My warrior soul You never knew For though the phoenix Often dies Forevermore, we too shall rise! Copyright Carolyn Glackin 7/25/2020
*Art found on Pinterest. Artist's name not mentioned, but I fully credit the image to the rightful owner.
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Life of a rose is brief though but blissful; It’s petals smile n’ blush when you hold Untimely unfold withers to the core Spreads fragrance Bravely bears rainy blows Pearly dew drops it beholds like tears of beloved’s eyes in search of love sublime. Sprouts seeds of love Wipes tears of forgiveness Bedecks hairdo of damsels Adorns the heart of grooms for the union of two souls. Heightens the grace of sacred occasions Mourns the departed soldiers who braved the fronts //Conveys the message of love and peace to all//