Leafy Meadows

  Aphrodite Erudite The dunes of ignorance which shaped the land of existence, and in such an arid desert, a few drops of intellectual rain gave hope to a sapling. The sapling, who had just shrugged off the weight of the earth, to glace straight into the sunlight with his ever-enthusiastic green eyes Parched, parched & parched is the land of ignorance Near the destiny and farther the distance. A traveler lonely and athirst Oasis, he should find must. Slippery sand that crunched beneath his heavy legs glistening eye, greenery begs. A mirage lovely and sparkling lit Under a tree, a deity seat. walked traveler nearest the tree, parched is a land so is thirst He called his tears, their help he enlists. A wise gaze that looketh at him is it a reality or a dream? To the deity, the parched traveler asks? giveth the wise water from her flask. Smiled the deity, pointed afar Blazing sun, and scorching heat, hid the reservoir. To walk more he had no strength, distance too far, no measuring th

To go after what one desires the most, often tears the salty eyes. This lament which Icarus sings brings forth his waxen wings. Refrain then from passions desired great, prey emotions to predatory fate.       The Poem     Icarus's Lament   Modesty is the bane of gentlemen, lesser are concessions and judged the actions Let not tender affections deepen, in prickly thorns of persuasion.                                                                                   What mortal's not to do but feel                                                                                 and to guillotine his character seal                                                                                 and when the eyes of the crowd judge and scorn                                                                                 broken is the heart and into pieces torn   oh..! how good, better and best are wastrels in debauchery and cunningness, they revel to the crowd, they mock and take wha

    The plan was superb, it was indeed easy just to run away from the compound, but years of being caged behind strong bars, convinced these dogs that there was nothing they could do. Browny was more determined when some dogs who previously hesitated and were reluctant, joined the plan it was decided. A few days went by, and the conditions of cages began to deteriorate, the disinfectant smell now long gone, was taken over by the overwhelming stench. For older dogs, this was usual relief, they learned to accommodate this stench, the dogs who had lost olfactory senses were as unaware as the smell of disinfectant. Nothing was good about this hellish place. Soon, the day arrived, it was just like a normal day, the people came in with disinfectants, cleaned the cages, uncollared the dogs, washed them, and fed them good food. The dogs were ready... The vehicle of the city people arrived at the gates of the compound and as the gates were opened, there was only a single bark, "Bhow",

  The ubiquitous stench that enveloped the compound, did little to help the sleep. The compound was a place of hell and Browny made up the plan to escape this horrible place. It would be nearly impossible to escape the compound as the dogs were never let out of their cages. The only treat was the water that flowed through a channel at the back of the cages. No dog spoiled this channel. This water was as clean as crystal and a thirsty dog would find solace in the cool water flowing through the channel. No. It was not dogly possible to break out of this compound prison. Browny had to think of something else. A few days later, some people dressed peculiarly in whites and wearing odd gears which Browny had not seen anywhere appeared in the compound. They washed the compound with water hoses, that sprayed the floor clean of soot, food, and all. They then leashed each dog with a collar and took them to a special slab where they were washed clean with different soaps. They were made to swim i

  The compound was a dark place, no dog of any breed returned alive from the compound. No one knew what happened in the compound, but one did know that they never returned. It was a devil's lair, dark and mysterious, it was a dog's hell.  The wheels of the van screeched as the vehicle came to a halt inside the compound. All the dogs who were agitated due to nervousness stopped barking. The silence was visible, it was on the perspiring tongues and sniffing noses, it was felt while giving a good scratch at the back of the ear and getting orgiastic relief. Browny, bundled himself in the corner of his cage, he pulled his legs towards his belly and wrapped the tail around for comfort. This tiny tail provided safety and comfort in times of distress like the one he was experiencing. He cooed but all the dogs in the van barked at him for being whiny. They had accepted their fate, all of them knew they will not again see the lights of the city and their existence was now at the hands of