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A Long Way Gone (Vijay Parameshwaran)

The train tracks stood in silence.  A long time ago, flashing passenger commuters, lumbering freight cargos, the occasional engineer in a standalone car, all flashed by on the steel rails.  Since the advent of the jet planes and the super-highways, those in power saw no need to continue what they viewed as an archaic method of transport.  Now, the only indicators of life along the tracks were the rustling of leaves falling, wildlife crossing the metal bars during migration, and the gang of kids pretending of times a long way gone; times when the whistling of the locomotive was as much a constant in the town as the other sounds.

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Nothing Left to Lose (Vijay Parameshwaran)

Oh, loss, you are an annoying devil!

You take ahold of the house key, the occasional phone,

The hat that one has loved for years.

Oh, loss, you are an untamable beast!

You rampage through battlefields,

Touching one poor soul after another,

Taking away them from their loved ones.

Oh, loss, you are a spiteful villain!

You lurk in the corner for every sports team’s training,

Only to strike during the most critical portion of their match.

Oh, loss, you are a greedy spirit!

You take, and take, and take,

And create desperate people who, with nothing left,

Take irrational yet sometimes inspiring action!

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Sunkissed (Vijay Parameshwaran)

A limerick and a haiku

There once was a man from Spain

Who walked, instead of taking the train

But given that day

The sun had fierce rays

He’s burnt and in great pain

Girl wants sexy look

Goes to the tanning salon

Oh no you’re too brown

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Photo Prompt (Vijay Parameshwaran)

For centuries, the oral tradition had been passed down

from generation to generation, warning of the imminent catastrophe.

No one knew what it entailed; the children would often pretend scenarios intheir games.

Maybe it was monsters approaching from the woods nearby,

Or total darkness, or a plague of insects.

The visiting anthropologist had himself only heard an inkling of thevariety of tales.

One day, the sun did not set as normal.

Some hours later, the ground trembled with the force of an earthquake,

The sky turned a pale menacing shade of orange, and the stars themselves jumped around in the sky.

The village elders know that this was the event predicted,

And the anthropologist could only snap one picture with his camera before the world cut out to blackness.

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Lost In Translation (Vijay Parameshwaran)

A limerick and a haiku

The concept of gossip is a strange one, indeed

It starts with a little tidbit or fact starting off as a seed

As it goes from ear to ear

People need to elaborate what they hear

And so, lost in translation, it becomes unbelievable to read

Yelling on the web

Message boards, Facebook, or chat

Can’t understand you

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Infinity (Vijay Parameshwaran)

A limerick and a haiku

The phrase “infinite” is a word often used, among friends,

To describe something big (or small) that we can’t comprehend

The universe’s length

Or an electron’s strength

To really grasp it would cause our minds to bend

Bicycling along,

Across a Mobius strip,

For infinity

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Standstill (Vijay Parameshwaran)

Near the end of the war, Amongst the ruins of the city, The snipers and tanks roamed the streets, Driving over dead bodies, shattered glass, empty shell casings, Yet there was a overhanging sense of dread, If any of those remained stood still, they would be found and killed, Yet standing still was the only way that, for the time, they could avoid detection

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Taste the Rainbow (Vijay Parameshwaran)

The violet of black grapes

The indigo of blueberries

The blue of my milk container

The green of bell peppers

The yellow of corn

The orange of carrots

The red of kidney beans

Yes, this is my dinner tonight

I’m literally tasting the rainbow