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Relentless. The undergrowth of beginning. The endless overgrowth without a finale. Twining and vining imperceptively, Yet, interlocking in a stranglehold for life. Creating its own atmosphere in a limitless terrarium. Providing sustenance while feeding upon itself. Nature in consort with planetary purpose. Adapting to each assault. Flexing but not breaking. Surviving even the pestilence of man. A forgiving mother. But a h...

Part 1Dear Mr. Emmet Cartwright,My name is Trevor Miller and I’m writing to you from a mental health institution in St. Augustine. The story I’m about to tell you is the very story that landed me in here, so my expectation is that you will not believe me. It was because of this expectation that I initially decided to leave you to suffer the coming ordeal without warning. On the off chance that you do believe me, I feel it...

The Spirit Of The Dance

A love song for creation

In the stillness of the before, you languished,Patiently awaiting the long foreseen callNo more than thought on the face of the void.Then out of the silence, the voice of wisdomBegan to sing the eternal harmony,And you awoke from your slumber and took formAnd started to dance over the dark abyss,A majestic dance of rapture and delight.As your fleet steps flew over the nothingnessTiny specks of matter unfurled like flowers...

From Maya Angelou to BABYMETAL

I wrote and I wrote and it evolved into this.

I remember when I first read a Maya Angelou poem. I was literally awestruck. I was in high school and we were studying poetry in English class. We studied Norman MacCaig, William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson and few others. Maya Angelou wasn’t one of them, actually. I was on the Internet one day after school and was looking poetry up on the web, when I stumbled across one of hers. A few years later, I saw her on the TV an...

The Dark

In the distant future Em finds she has lost a leg.

The dark The earth has tilted and the British Isles, as well as half of the rest of the world, has been plunged into an ice age. For six months there is no sun.When the sun appears it never sets and as its heat is reflected back into space by the white ice; it does not warm the earth. Summers, when ice melts and whole areas are flooded, now begin around mid-July and last until the end of August. Humans have evolved to hib...

Darwin's little warm pond or a womb?

The cosmos is a mother : She creates and bears the pain

Was just browsing the net today while I came across “Darwin's little warm pond” the experiment that suggests the details of evolution or how life was formed. Quite an interesting thought and it left me thinking about it for some strange reason or the other. I pondered on the term for a while and random vignettes started coming to me until it was ‘the’ eureka moment. Isn't it that everything for that matter is born out of...