The night comes
and i am
lulled into layered labyrinths
of twisted dreams.

My lungs 

scream in protest;

i swim on. 

The Thursday Think Tank - #41 Uniforms & Service

The tricky part

of being 

under a uniform 

is being 

myself 

while being 

like 

everybody else. 

Ragweed

Poisonous hatred
for other forms of life
oozes suicidally
from a ragweed crop.

The Wisdom of the Japanese Ladybird Beetle

The urgency of life

is welling up inside her

but in her wisdom

she'd rather wait

another year

for another summer

than lay an egg

on an occupied leaf.

She knows that

she'd be condemning

her offsprings

to a fate of

starvation and competition

with other children

of other females

over the nutrition

of a single leaf.

So she chooses to

forgo the chance

and save her eggs

for the coming winter,

when food would be scarce

and hard to find;

the nutrition would

help her survive.

The next year

another summer

and another chance

to occupy a leaf.

So she makes

a quick move

and lays her eggs,

protecting them against

other females like her.

The purpose of her life accomplished

she curls up into winter sleep;

upside down and legs bunched close

she shrivels up on a dead leaf.

Lemmings

Leaping off cliffs is an 

Exodus of foolish creatures that

Multiplied too many and gnawed

Most of their pastures barren. They're plunging

Into the treacherous waters of the 

Norwegian sea, blindly hoping that it'll

Get them to newer, greener lands.

Some are lucky but they'll repeat the mistake.

The Wonders of Life

Somewhere in the

deepest depths

of the oceans 

and inside the

hottest volcanoes:

infinitesimally

tiny creatures thrive;

and they've been 

thriving 

since aeons before

our ancestors 

first set foot

upon the earth. 

The Thursday Think Tank - #39 Ghosts

Maybe ghosts hovered
in the air
unseen, untouched and unheard
till the tsunami struck Japan;
it was the work of angry ghosts.

The Thursday Think Tank - #38 Quotes & Quotations

"Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and becomes a host, and then a master?

Ay, and it becomes a tamer, and with hook and scourge makes puppets of your larger desires.

Though its hands are silken, its heart is of iron.

It lulls you to sleep only to stand by your bed and jeer at the dignity of the flesh.

It makes mock of your sound senses, and lays them in thistledown like fragile vessels.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral."

             ` Kahlil Gibran

Change,
Just sweep me
away from home.
Take me somewhere;
take me anywhere.
But just sweep me
away from home.

Oh! Change!
Whether winds
or tides,
I long for you
to come to me
and shake me
out of these
four walls,
that have trapped me
with their cunning
assurances of safety
against imagined dangers.

They've blinded me with their
 monochromatic dullness.
They've made me deaf
by insulating me
against the natural cacophony
though harsh,
now music to me.
They've made me numb
and deprived me
of the sensuous beauty
of nature all around me.
They've quelled the
song in me.
Confined am I
and entrenched in ennui.

So change ,

Just sweep me 

away from home.

Take me somewhere;

take me anywhere.

But just sweep me 

away from home. 

Sweat

Sweat: a badge of achievement
forming beads on my forehead,
tickling the hair on my brow,
trickling down my back
and drenching my shirt
after a hard jog
in an attempt to lose weight.