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  • Dreaming the Dream

    dilemma
    As the eyes closed,
    the brightness was more intense.
    And with all my aspirations-
    the pleasure turned real immense.

    The veins obeyed the rhythm,
    and the neurons alligned.
    The splash took it all-
    for the canine whined.

    A palace,
    and the cobweb encroachment.
    Few souls-
    with their worthy sentiment.

    A shout from nowhere,
    broke the silence.
    Either was an insomniac-
    or a nocturnal violence.

    Entered a shadow,
    with claws in the air.
    Chill ran down the spine-
    and that was high time to fear.

    Hiss, hiss...upon the floor;
    and a rodent among the teeth.
    Useless was the struggle-
    it was for real,and not a myth.

    The skeleton was released,
    and the blood turned blue.
    Nothing devoured nothing-
    there was no sense to rue.

    As the eyes opened,
    the darkness was more intense.
    And with all my succeeds-
    the pleasure turned real grievance.

    '07bpb

  • Her September, the 2nd

    People waiting at the terminal,
    with the hopes of return.
    Once they enter the vehicle,
    everything's going to burn.

    Wonder not of the black bag,
    it has got to rest.
    Tears for the beloved-
    and implanter's fest.

    Three, two and one-
    her life has gone.

    She did the practical of physics,
    Einstein, Otto Hahn and all.
    See them handling the bomb-
    at the perpetrators call.

    Sad for the whole day,
    and intimate at home.
    Would she at such an age-
    tell us her departure for tomb.

    Killers!
    Murderers!!
    Terrorists!!!
    You all damn culprits!!!!

    Show up your faces,
    you sons of bitches.
    Flash your identity-
    you dwellers of ditches.

    You know to shatter the skulls,
    you know to crack the bones.
    You know the taste of blood-
    you know to murder the God!

    You love to kill,
    you love to make a pulp.

    Whoever you are,
    wherever you are.
    Spit up in the sky-
    and let it fall on your face.

    Take a hammer,
    and insert nails on your brain.
    Open up the cranium-
    Look! Cowdung there in has made you insane.

    Her soul is somewhere nearby,
    asking those terrorists-
    What was her guilt?
    What was her mistake?

    Terrorism has just one goal:
    to emulsify the fear within the innocent souls.
    & thus occured on September 2, 2007 A.D.
    The three parts of the valley saw the brutalness and inhumane fate of the citizens.

    This poem is the commemoration of Victims Of Sep. 2, 2007 Bombing carried out by terrorists in Kathmandu- the capital city of Nepal.
    '07bpbKreations

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