doodles. (osi)

doodles. (osi)/{as originally posted.dec 07.2008 sun}

funny circles with spikes
a puny sun on a paper sky
dahlias and poppies
utter a jubilant hello
a hard day's toil
the squelching on the slush
laughs with the gurgle
of a washing machine
the thoughts of healthcare
and school are whipped up
with the white and yellow
of a sun or a moon
this tan on the omelette
talks of the summer
under a clouds' doodle
juggling with life
sketch the day out
frame by frame
moms outline the home
everyday an artwork
alive and kicking..

/original/z.g.-(dec 10.2008 wed)

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outrageous

i’ve always liked
to joke to myself
that somewhere
in the future

i’m already dead!

mellow fragrances
milder symphonies
knock
at the threshhold

of oblivion!

mysterious memories
defy recall
still i try hard
to listen

as the sunset
of consciousness
slowly melts
into a dark night

of unknown emotions!

and suddenly
spasmodically
i yearn for someone
sans or with reason

far away
the moonlight
splashes
over rustling leaves

sounding like
the soft whisperings
of childhood melodies
yes,i do try mom

to jolt myself
out of the voodoo
of surreal forms
and images

till i wake up!

to the perfumes
of “annunciation:
the time of flowers”
[abstract art Title]

in this structured
unstructuredness
of life!,sometimes
outrageous ~ /original/z.g.

.._(original post edited/modified )
{ref:painting/art>bkacicek-“annunciation;the time of flowers”}

to a dog lost

'to a dog lost'


In bleak light his flickering eyes

kick through the smoke

watchful legs appraise the carpet

of death beneath

my brain speaks the gibberish

of the kids back home

the taste of 'what if' a bubblegum

of thoughts in my mouth

his nose can hear the footsteps

of death

my ears can smell the warning

in his bark

hark hark

the explosion

within

a flame,a candle

what dog handler

could handle

hollowed by

a landmine

was a dog's

grave/..
/original/z.g.

..life..{talking to k}

i can hear them talk
yes i ..do
contemplations or thoughts
did i share that 'experience'
did someone say -'experience'?
was i blindfolded
not to absorb its' graphic vividness
and could i not hear the undulated sounds
the giggles that floated around
everywhere
and what about the smells and fragrances
that engulfed it all
and would it be alright
to forget
the inexplicable touch
of warmth and tenderness
[sometimes also referred to as life]
that became it's synonymn
yes i ..i 'think' i perceived it
or imagined it
or even ventured to talk about it
but i know that
someone could
feel all that
and mould,craft,convert
and
transform it into..words
how could i,or could i not
experience the poem

[draft]/original/z.g.

[footnote] autumn.osi

'autumn memories'*

in the soothing balm of the spring showers

when i bloomed and i swayed

and with breezes i played

and my fragrance spread

over the flower bed

to adorn yourself in secret hours

you'd reached for me

very tenderly

with delicate fingers

the memory lingers

but now you tread upon withered flowers

that i've drooped and fallen

forgotten by the world!..

..zoya gautam[original}
ref:'autumn'.osi-*

PEERPRESSURIZED

PEERPRESSURIZED!not so uncommon in a world that seeks to live in the future!the craving to be somebody,somewhere in a given timezone can be a bit stressful while the shrinks add
to their smiles .can't help thinking why does the Adler
and Freud syndrome haunt so many "on the third planet from the Sun".

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