In a world of war and panicEverything is dreadful and tragicNothing anymore logicAll human rights suddenly vanishAs if by magicOur bodies grow giganticYet brain smallestOur status patheticWith worry, anger, griefWe become cynic, frantic…Illiteracy, poverty and abuse are chronicPoor and needy- next to nothingBut rich in vain rhetoricThat makes us more and more fanaticHinder our fall… Continue reading A Brand-New World
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Do not write all your miseries in black ink
Do Not Write All Your Mis'ries In Black Ink Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink,Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink. When life despairs the youth, they oft misthinkAnd paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink.… Continue reading Do not write all your miseries in black ink
#Fatigue
FatigueShe wants to catch her Breath ... Let the heart's tears, Together with the soul's, flow Sourdine river stems On the avenue of the cheeks Yell and scream Her brittle sense, At times.S.C.P.Biba (2019)
#Solitude
14 Lines Sol'tude they suffer all; yet, each alone.Lone souls wander within nowhere spheres.Roam and orbit beyond the byway zone,O acrid mists in silent corners tear. Yet, the muffled screams flow rivers per dayWhen curious eyes not there to stare.Bite like sea snakes and pour their bane as prey.Void feeds void til the vacuums distress… Continue reading #Solitude
More than once
More than once in awhile,Whensoever thou are at a low ebbAny rain may blemish thy fairy WebRoving thy deaf, blind, dumb soulNone outer get thee out of thy black holeNought out doth worthen anymore More than once in awhile,Whensoever sores moan quietly in thy ribsAny gale may tear thy outworn sailHath long been flapping in… Continue reading More than once
Can they stand tall? (The few)
While our frail sun, for a long time, in hush, has been slipping by, There are those,Holders of sisyphean rock to ink firm LightsTellers of how new dead bodies walk and sightThe alienated masses pose: Can they stand tall? There are those,Doers of Good which the earthy evils curseSmilers at the face of doom to… Continue reading Can they stand tall? (The few)
Dis-ease
I hit my absolute rock bottom.Life goes in slow motion.It cracks the back.Everything is suspendedAmidst fear and angerMood swings like fireAnd I, and MeHumdramly, in a whisper,Fall on my brown dust as I dis-Appear in my black hole. S.C.P.B(C) All rights reserved
Too emptyTo move rocksUps and downsDowns and upsWhen noughtMovesInsExceptAcrid hellToo avidTo eat allThe core'sBequestsAn emptyConcreteRockMoves insUp and downDown and upSans willLikeThe vaneSwung roundBy a puffOf wind S.C.P.Biba
#eye #poem, #poetry
The eye Seasons go, seasons comeThrough life's passenger car;Change their mood and coat:Change Man's mind and heart. Sun sets, sun rises,Sometimes cold, sometimes hot.Between the sets and the risesBabylons rise, Babylons fall. Rose gardens then tomb lies;All human kingdoms fly by. Flowers close and disclose.Amid intervals relate to the rosy story,Shortly expose beauties imposed,Sum up… Continue reading #eye #poem, #poetry
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Modern Heart Her heart is her own.No more wears it on her sleeves;No great expectations! No more tears!She adjusts even its tic toc beats-No fancy arrows might break its chains,She conquers its core and its districts.Now,Her mind is her ownShe puts it in her heart. SheLocked it then broke the keyNow,She may wear it on… Continue reading #poetry #poem #write
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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