Symbiosis

My admiration lies in my critique
Since you don't respond to responses and since you always have that affectionate warm smile and since you know I am your one-of-a-kind of a reader, and since I know you write in trans sometimes unable to explain your own poems, I think in this otherwise brilliantly written poem, the third stanza is most horribly and awkwardly placed, in fact it doesn't have a place in the poem. I would have removed it. You could argue on a lot of things to justify the intruder, despite it(S3) coming with an odd 6 in the otherwise 4-5-5 symmetry by talking about chemistry and about flowery lips, but L1/S4 falls much more comfortably with L4/S2 than L1/S3. If you have to look for a new lover, you can go (only for this you had to compromise on bringing an unwanted song)? What could be the purpose, what were you thinking?-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

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Trail Of Blood

The poem represents the true picture of the world, without circumlocution.

How could you do it, a rhetorical question

Good question. It is really startling to discover, from a distance, how intelligent people have been continuously destroying the world, borrowing the words of Mallick da, ‘inch by inch’. We, the people of the world, as rightly pointed out, have done a difficult job indeed hiding the mesquineries, treacheries, of molesting, exploiting people. And here, all the rich men and women, irrespective of demographies, are one and the same. It is also interesting to note how, on negative grounds, we are united. Our basics are not clear and sound, and with this we are also reaching out to other planets, creating towers to connect, overlooking the wailing disconnect that surrounds us and gets reflected perhaps, as written by Surya, in the agonising roar of the sea.

Guilty fire, an oxymoron?

What appears as an oxymoron here is actually representing death and destruction, putting it sarcastically, in a holistic way. Destruction of the outside (the world) as well as the inside (body, mind and spirit). We do not seem to realise that we are all slowly contributing to the overall annihilation of this world in particular, and humankind in general. Only cockroaches will survive. We are continuously and consistently ignoring the power of divinity and spirituality within us, thrown into the litter as rubbish, discarded as inapplicable by the intelligent lot, tricking, back-stabbing, murdering of constructive thoughts have become permanent residents within us way too long. Scientists, politicians, have combined to produce weapons of mass destruction to induce fear into the eco-system. We are indeed using the object ‘fire’ in the wrong way, far too long. Spark, which could have been guilty, is murdered and buried inside because the clowns had already plundered the shelter. It is done and dead. Period.

Suicide was not the solution

If only you gave him a ladder, things could have changed sort of weakly shows a possibility towards finding a solution. But sadly, the story of the world is here to come to an end, where hope is a burnt toast. The parable of the boiled frog is coming to be true again. The frog is slowly and surely dying, cannot jump off the vessel, it has been accustomed to the gradual and slow increase in the temperature of the water, which has suddenly become unbearable; the body has become far too heavy, it cannot jump. On the other hand, what the poem says by not saying, is that the monopoly of the dinosaurs, the clowns, the unconscious oppressors have also become self-defeating; they are also on their way to destruction. Their legs have become heavy, going to be extinct soon.

Trail of blood (TOB), a clever usage

Yes I am following it because I am left with no solution. A probing in the title TOB, which also stands for Type of Bill, Takeover bid, Type of business, could lead readers to understand whose bills are we paying, what kind of a takeove bid is this, what type of business are we doing with the world at large.- Supratik Sen, Kolkata

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Heights

Patience is needed to understand the stark and fake reality that surrounds us; since it has died a premature death, we are in self-denial. A pleasure to read.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

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Mortal Blues

Honestly, I feel like the diction in this piece is what carries it along. Without such a precise sense of vocabulary this piece would not have been nearly as interesting to me. So fantastic job making this tale your own!-BlueJay

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A Smile Was Raped

I enjoyed reading this poem but most of all the consistent two verse stanzas and the last stanze is just a stanza on its own. Which really emphasises the meaning.-Decidious wind 

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Crossing The Road

not sure if you've read their work or not (considering i just discovered them) but this reads like an angry buddha guy poem. (they're pretty good go check them out haha). anyway, i loved this poem, especially the two middle stanzas and how they were basically the same thing but switched around. i thought it was a very exciting thing to do, like a classic writing. this is a very real piece of writing. i highly enjoyed it and i think others will too. :)-ruth 

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Open Your Bowels

Beckett has often been seen as a pessimistic writer, however, I always had my reservations. In th same way, through the apparent disposition of pessimism in the poem, it stands out as a yearning, a very optimistic and a positive one, to prevent the earth from crying.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

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Backtracking

Wow this is gorgeous. I love the highlighting of the shortcomings of man juxtaposed with the beauty and harshness of nature. At the end of reading this even I felt ugly, but in a calm way (if that makes sense). I suppose that means you bought out some inspiration within, combined with a little bit of hatred for the way humanity is going. I resonate with this message and I think you've done a beautiful job writing this piece. Thank you for sharing.-ether

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In Totality

So sorry I read this earlier and had to come back to re-read and comment. This is a power packed write. The ending stanza really says it all. Exceptional.-JacieStralkoDuca

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Cup Of Elixir

Good to read similar thoughts. I was criticised for urging women to stop civilisation and farmers to stop ploughing so the world, claiming to bring in the new son of god had eggs on their faces and go begging the two tortured men and women in the human race as old as time. The tone is fierce, honest and quite apart from the sissy ones we see floating around. But hey, no blaming.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

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Plummeting

Despair hauntigly speaks here. Well penned.-JacieStralkoDuca

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The Will To Survive

Though, the poem has an air of mysticism, to me it looks like a comment on the goings on in the Indian state of Kashmir. Amazing portrayal in a unique style. Thanks.-Rajnish Manga

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It Was Invasion

Powerful poem satishverma. Strong write.-Frank Prem

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Revolt Of A Sutra

Extremely well written and a very interesting piece! Well done!-Ren

This deserves the front page in my opinion.
Well written and all the best,-Ben Pickard

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Cannot Open The Loop

Yes of course, how can mathematics open the loop, it is already enslaved into the prograamming of not opening it. I appreciate the cul-de-sac image that brings the poem in the mind of the reader.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

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Hushed Withdrawal

A portentous poem laced with powerful imagery. -U Atreya Sarma, Bengaluru

Enjoyed the innate depth of this poem. TFS. -Jasneet Kaur, New Delhi

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Monument

Awesome poem...got my vote-Scott Cole

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A Moon Has Crashed

though the pic seemd a bit pleasant like a white rabbit resting finally in bliss but the poem accompanying it gave the impression of how dead brightness can dampen days like cloud cover. Beautiful poem, almost like a dead relief-Sreelatha Chakravarty

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Failing God

In seeking truth you become your own onlooker and see how you fall every time in the prey of lies and, as you said, 'half-baked' truth. I uderstnad that god has always been a soft target, so failing god goes well, especially if you abandon the path seeking your own truth. Truth appears in the poem twice in two very interesting ways, one more as a quest and the other as a judgement. A remarkable read. -Supratik Sen, Kolkata

This is the most challenging aspect of our existence, when we try to unsuccessfully grapple with the ultimate reality. There are no answers, but only a helpless realisation that we can't see beyond death, that our mind, intelligence and thoughts everything will lie destroyed then. -GSP Rao, Hyderabad

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Mob Was Coming

Yes prophetic words indeed... the writing is on the wall.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am-SSmoothie

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It Was Invasion

Powerful poem satishverma. Strong write.-Frank Prem

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Virtual Images

water and earth, both
were becoming hot and cold
Global warming. Nice conceptualization. Thanks for sharing. Regards.-Ratnakar Mandlik

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Mob Was Coming

Yes prophetic words indeed... the writing is on the wall.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am-SSmoothie

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Unreplied

Valid questions well raised. TFS. -Jasneet Kaur, New Delhi

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