The Dark Bright

 When whispered, ‘Darkest times,’

Is mere an erroneous analogy;

As Dark is what contained,

Eulogies time to time, in entirety.

Species Another!

 A lie isn’t, as what’s excavated were read,

Scriptures interpreted, on ‘as is’ basis, said;

Borrowed sorrows & distinguished shades,

What graded as light, what’s in dark grade.

Species

Were told, always been unaccompanied,

Across continents or distinct terrain;

Until conjectures on billboards fell,

Like intended what, when collapse in vain.

What Darkness?

 Look! Who says, ‘these dark times!’

With sissy schadenfreude lines;

But dark’s mere metaphor, unreal,

Photons too might have canines.

If you truly cared……

Who endowed for fossils are now engaged,

In endorsing it less & enforcing green in rage;

Magnify to have few pages left to be read,

Through vulnerable teens or whoever is fed.

The ‘Un’democratic

Love for climate to abate its wrath,

And for egalitarianism; Oh! But on streets harass;

Alas! Fanatic lustrous nights, never spent in shacks,

Nor fastest route circumvented as always packed.

The Rift

 There’s a Wall that ain’t buttress trust,

A Street where woke liberals rust;

Journal in which both inscribe,

As indoctrinated to promote when high.

Rhythm House

Equilateral, hexagonal,

Notice nature’s geometric lines;

Might affect all in parallel,

Or one in blare, another shines.

Dilemma of Hyphenation

Absolute naïve perceptions when jumbled ‘hyphenated whatever origin’ & ‘actual originals.’ Understandable! Lack of knowledge or inept thoughtfulness about the originals anywhere plays key role. As I said earlier, mere traversing the world won’t give someone the essence of original lands nor of the inhabited originals that or who existed for centuries or maybe thousands of years, as it takes entire life to understand barely ‘one’ land.