My Green Apple Pie

Crestfallen now in every way
I reminiscence all the good old days
All the people came here by
Looking ahead to my green apple pie

Too far had my opulence grew
Encumbered was my fame among Hebrews
Even the King was insatiable for my pie
No wonder edifice of my pride was high

Inebriated of my impudence, I,
Lost my prolificacy to make pie
Everyone forgot zeitgeist of my atelier
My lack of humility brought me failure

Humility brings one reverence from all
Hitherto unaware of its alchemy was I
Realizing now I make my green apple pie
With more humility for those whose come by

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SITA-RAMAM

I don’t remember when it happened but somewhere and at some point in time, I stopped believing in love stories. It so happened that once the idea of true love went missing in my heart, I started to drift away and got lost in the market of cheap entertainment, it was instant gratifications that robbed me of the opportunities of waiting with dignity for real love. Words came easy to me once when describing any piece of art, literature, or music that moved me. I used to find my innocence when I found stories that were so beautifully unreal that they seemed divine. But lately, love stories appeared cornier and cornier and the stories became so predictable that even if I watch a love story (which I generally avoid), it fails to move me. Today, after watching the late-night show of Sita-Ramam, I feel I have found that old believer in me. I am glad he is still there, believing in the idea of magical love. This film was so complete in experience that it will remain with me. Sita-Ramam is...

FANTASIA

IN MY DREAM, A FIERY BEAM SHONE THE MIRROR OF MORROW I SAW MYSELF IN VALIANT RED, IN HELM OF MY SHIP KORA HAIL CAPTAIN! HAIL CAPTAIN! MY SAILORS CRIED IN ACCORD OF THEIR STOIC MASTER WHO HAD BLUE BLOOD OF ROMANIAN PRIDE, WHO WAS THEIR SOLE SUSCEPTOR SET ON SAIL AFTER GIVING VISIT TO BETHEL THEY WAVED AN AVE TO THEIR LOVED ONES RHAPSODIC JOY GLEAMED IN THEIR EYES WHICH BROUGHT AN INEXPEDIENT COMMOTION FOR MONTHS THEY SAILED ON VIOLENT TIDES WHICH MADE NO PEACE WITH THEIR CAPTAIN'S PRIDE HE LED THEM INTO A PEACEFUL SIDE OF WHAT THEY CALL HIS DEFT STRIDES MISERY FOUND THEM WHEN THEY WERE ON THEIR GLORY DESPAIR TOOK OVER WHEN ENEMIES' SHIP CAME IN THE SCENERY FEAR, HAD THEIR THROAT CLENCHED BUT FOUND PEACE IN THE CAPTAIN'S WORD, IN WHICH THEY WERE DRENCHED 'LOOK TO ONE'S LAURELS' CAPTAIN CRIED 'DON'T FEEL DEFEATED BEFORE YOU HAVE TRIED' 'IF PROVIDENCE HAS HIS GAZE ON YOU,' 'HE WOULD BE DISMAYED T...

Odalisque

She claims she hates, She shows no love, Yet she quenches thirst of hunger, They feed on her body, And shatters her pristine abode, She asks to world "Why you watch? If morality is declining in you, Then why not you tag along? Do come to steal my humanity, Do not hesitate of your own morality, If pity would’ve left in Pandora’s box, You could’ve reasoned your pusillanimous, But no right you’ve to pity my state. I’m happy to see this lusty human stage, A day will dawn When I’ll loose the vigor to stand, My soul will reside in heaven For loosing not to those stuck in sand of lust." © 2016 VIREN

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