When the mind becomes dark
With no control over emotions
All it takes is a tiny dusturbing thought
To release the hold of societal bondage
The facade we wear comes off
Releasing the fury inside
Behold man is his true form;
A destructive force crushing everything
A Juggernaut of uncontrolled evil
My poem and image based on the genre “horror” was selected and published in a book titled “ Patrick Royal and Verity of Poets Poems of the Horror Society” and is available on Amazon. Go on they are not very expensive ;)…… Here are the links.
“Not bad”, Rajesh thought as he copied the government data into his flash drive after breaking all the revolutionary new encryption that the government had just put in. ”This is going to net me some cool moolah”, he sang softly. It was not his first time and he had sold information before to fund his lifestyle. He was surprised when Chris walked in. It was 1 AM and he thought he was the only one around. He never got a chance to ask when a force on his chest propelled him back. Stunned he just lay there bleeding as Chris walked slowly towards him. “Nothing personal Rajesh we knew all about your activities and only reason you are still around was to get to this information you just copied.”. His eyes closing slowly Rajesh realized he wasn’t the hunter but only a pawn.
forever hopeful looking at life with gleaming eyes
Life is such a wonderful experience and so short. How and why is it that we, the most intelligent species on this planet (what we believe of course) lose that gleam in the eye that was filled with endless adventures and mysteries to be experienced and just let go of everything during the course of our life. Strange isn’t it?
I have always been attracted by squirrels for their boundless energy. Their zest leaves me wondering if its not always food they are searching for but something eternal just beyond our grasp.
According to popular myths and legend the stripes of a squirrel is the result of Lord Ram (of Ramayana fame)caressing the squirrel after helping in his/her own way by dropping small stones when the bridge to Lanka was being constructed.