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My windows for years lay open allowing sunlight and fresh air. They are fastened with mosquito nets where light traces its path, the wind comes in with a feeble strain, This being so for some time, Of recent, I am forced to close the doors as cats and squirrels, barge in play hide and seek in the li...

The holiness of Varanasi increases while the slain head of brahma held by Shiva for long drops down in this city.

River Ganges flows in silence, in its journey meets cross sections of people. Quietly provides solace, to the guilty, to the cruel, to those who feel for the misdoings. A dip in the holy waters purifies one, destroys the sins papanasam . Good find beatitude, bad receive blessings, an impartial pheno...

I did want to give the details but felt it would become too elaborate.
I will post a revision with the names of the spices and the varieties of rice I order.
Thanks, Bob.

Listing my requirements I call my grocer who records my message delivers the goods at the doorstep. So does my tailor who pays a visit either to take orders or deliver the same at home. That could be said of the famous Saree house who send in the new arrivals, I decide, he then sends the bill with m...

Yes, the beginning is very good.

Mike,
I read Baudelaire's poem in French. know to read and write In French.
Then checked the English one, Fantastic writing.
I like your edits.
I will revise accordingly.
Thanks.

It is a way into the woods where silence seems to be the only one seen and felt As I walk through the dense forests I espy the huge trees nestled close allowing no light to pass. They appear to hold each other firmly throwing out a proximity which pronounces a bondage as if one will not let down the...

Thanks, bob.

It is as though I am passing through a storm. I feel being ambushed the winds and rains confine me . An experience I have never undergone, a bit crucial. The heart pounds as the rains rage with a vengeance. The shiver down the adrenaline knocks me down like the hurricane dashing on the window panes....

Good deeds go unsung,
Perhaps the way he wanted.

The revision reads better.

Thanks, Ken.
Bob,
the inhuman behaves really sounds odd
i will change,

The growing anger hooks me . Seething at the atrocities, those of who wield their power. and at the ones who show off their wealth. practise inequality, nurture racism, blast at whoever comes in front of me. unmindful of their stature and status. Let things go as destined, the placidity, I derived f...

Thanks, Michael,
I am waiting for your workshopping.

Bob ,
I have added s to encounter.
To tweak the rest I need some help.
Thanks.

The swarm of bees the batallion of insects the herd of worms come from nowhere cling to the rose plant stick on it so firm as if held together by a bond. The plant being fecund heavy with flowers and buds quivers and quavers, struggles to escape from the fastening failing which it bows to pressure t...

Your poems are different.
This one is very good as Billy says.
I second his nom.

Billy,
I agree with Michael, The poem has a lot of potential.
Makes one think,

from the ordinary.
Leaves are falling
those that are yellow.
Flowers wither
those that are a day old.
Vegetables rot
those in cold storage too,
Could be the way for me
that I am growing old.

Bob,
Thanks.

Billy,
Thanks for commenting.
Title change? what will work better? I have to deliberate.

An ode to the ears.

Accounting software has not reached heaven, bringing out a shortening of time.
Well done!

Out I go like a wind want to get away in speed do not wish to see any I get going. Banging the door similar the way they dash when strong winds blow harsh. I leave the place palpitation is pronounced unmindful of what will happen next, My heart bursts like a glacier feelings overwhelm almost soaking...