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Obstruction

OBSTRUCTION

Solitary, ashen
Hollow footsteps echo
Across the great hall
Absent any like-minded

Outside in the glare
A multitude in sackcloth
Sheep and cattle tethered

We see in it greatness gone
And the lesser come upon us

A market place
A slaughterhouse
A gaming house
A gaudy brothel

A mortuary
A graveyard

A withered stump

Let Me Out!

LET ME OUT!

There’s an acrostic
Describes some people
Activities
Situations
You know the kind

Bereft
Of
Real
Interest
None?
Guaranteed

Pratfall: Senryu

PRATFALL

Take notes and move on
Whoever never messed up
Has missed half of life

The Process Of Freedom: Quatrain

THE PROCESS OF FREEDOM

Which are the thoughts that free you?
And which are those imprisoning you?
Which ones devour your waking hours?
And which new ones are you eating?

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The germ for this can be found at Freedom – A Condition Of The Human heart.

Borderline: Senryu

BORDERLINE

What is this border
Between your dream and real life
But a real life dream?

All Together Now: Senryu

ALL TOGETHER NOW

There’d be no rainbow
Except for all the colours
Sharing its beauty

Only For You

ONLY FOR YOU

Do not bewail your fate at crossroads
Nor shirk the choice of either/or
But singing both/and search for the lost notes
The key to pick is neither/nor

Let us pray for the seasick sailor
Stormswept, becalmed upon the sea
The hero’s bold venture doomed to failure
As Jonah also tried to flee

Uncertainty made him a dancer
Who once had been so far from shore
And no single key can be the answer
Just as no road can be a door

The crossroads never have a signpost
The ship that sinks will reach no quay
The road is dark – devils take the hindmost
And Know Where is it plain to see

I do not write to give directions
The distance or the trials in store
These are the milestones of my acceptance
And they pretend to be no more

Current Paradigm: Senryu

CURRENT PARADIGM

Fancy guesswork and
Unfounded affirmation
Reinforce blindness

It Seems

IT SEEMS

Life is good
It seems
But not all the time

And so we try to pick and choose

Life is bad
It seems
But not all the time

And so we try to pick and choose

What life is
It seems
Is a mixture of the above

We may wish to pick and choose

But the choice
It seems
Is not always ours to make

Some wishes, some choices
It seems
Have been stolen from us

Time is the acknowledged thief
It seems
But no arrest is expected

In the foreseeable future

Banishing Pandemonium

BANISHING PANDEMONIUM

She ordered her various selves
To quieten down, line up and let
Each one take its turn at the mic
While the others listened politely

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