Opinion

I wrote this right after it happened. Theres not much to explain, only that its not really a story. More like a diary entry. Its too little on paper, yet too much to take.

And home is up there
It is where we live
We also carry it
Everywhere is home
Safe from everyone
And sometimes from self
Home is in our head

So you think it’s gonna get easier as you get older?
Well, guess what? It’s only gonna get worse
You know that guy you said would be your one and only?
I promise you, he’s only your first

Keys to success
P K Routray

Commitment, dedication and sacrifice,
Sincerity and hard work will be any way with them in grip of their vise.

Gambling is an addiction. But you soon find that you are out of pocket and penniless, and broke. So this leads to a life of crime and robbery to fund a habit.

He stands magnificent in centre ring
His chest puffed out in pompous form
The suit of light flashes with golden thread Torero is a mighty man.

An arrogance of face aware

Is it really possible to forget? Is poetry a help or a hinderance? What is free - really?

There is another side to brokenness, a side that is beautiful.

Are we really free? Or is it all a figment of our socialised minds?

My Present malice
P K Routray
When I see a baby in mother’s lap,
Crying, laughing kicking with a rap,
My heart burns out of jealousy,
Oh mother! Take me to your lap with mercy.

Time is meaningless!
Or so they say,
as they hurry to misuse the earth’s resources
and their own in the process

Time is priceless!
They howl out,
but why then, do they do nothing but work

hook

youre a hypocrite and act like you dont know it
there you go again judging me with your words
though it hurts i have to face it
i am the same too

Probably the first, and last, pro-God critique on religion you'll ever read.

Simple freestyle poem, based on thoughts of representation.

Sound of silence
PK Routray

Silence is also a sound,
But impact of silence is more profound.
I remember slapping a man fifty years ago,
He accepted with silence surrendering his ego.

Don't ask what you gadget can do - ask what it can't!

Climb after climb
we search for insight

Only want one album. Death To My Innames. This is a song I want on it.

The Good Lord gave us flowers, dragonflies and things;
A multitude of colours; petals, feathers, wings;
The freshness of a day and the chorus of a dawn;