Paradox Poems
"A cage made of freedom."
by Dylan Wu Rong
With the rise of the morning sun,
the four white walls glow pearl,
the warmth of the rays- so comforting,
cradling me deeper into the bed.
And stronger the light burns,
waking me up- I need more sleep,
dragging myself forwards, I press play and the day proceeds.
Every strike of the hand, at every digit the stick lands,
doesn’t matter what night or what day,
yesterday remains a replica of today.
......
Things Hard to Understand
by Richard Randolph
A love letter no one reads,
a strange man no one needs,
a seed dropped upon the sand,
a starving child in a barren land--
Why trees reach toward the sky,
and grown men forget how to cry,
why a bird sings to its mate,
though she's gone and it's too late--
......
"A flame that burns underwater."
by Dylan Wu Rong
Above them, the tides rise,
reaching high into the heavenly skies,
and they fall-
falling deep enough to reach the land of souls.
Yet, beneath them all-
beneath this magnificent play,
lies another story,
a single shot, encapsulating the minds of the few.
The cherry blossom has stood bare,
birds of north nest in the far south,
......
Juxtaposition
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Sinners are always mentally stronger
While the strong turn mostly sinners.
Secular forces are the communal pawns
Violence and conflicts are social sores.
Women boldly flaunt their macho look
While men show their feme demeanors.
Most of the rich are poor by their heart
......
the Optimizer
by Jason Allen
The Paradox of Optimization—
Spotting gaps,
forging paths,
Relentless in refinement.
What fuels this fire?
A hunger that's never fed.
Perpetually dissecting—
Self, world, system.
"Must improve,"
......
"A cage made of freedom."
by Dylan Wu Rong
With the rise of the morning sun,
the four white walls glow pearl,
the warmth of the rays- so comforting,
cradling me deeper into the bed.
And stronger the light burns,
waking me up- I need more sleep,
dragging myself forwards, I press play and the day proceeds.
Every strike of the hand, at every digit the stick lands,
doesn’t matter what night or what day,
yesterday remains a replica of today.
......
"A flame that burns underwater."
by Dylan Wu Rong
Above them, the tides rise,
reaching high into the heavenly skies,
and they fall-
falling deep enough to reach the land of souls.
Yet, beneath them all-
beneath this magnificent play,
lies another story,
a single shot, encapsulating the minds of the few.
The cherry blossom has stood bare,
birds of north nest in the far south,
......
the Optimizer
by Jason Allen
The Paradox of Optimization—
Spotting gaps,
forging paths,
Relentless in refinement.
What fuels this fire?
A hunger that's never fed.
Perpetually dissecting—
Self, world, system.
"Must improve,"
......
A Paradise Turns Hell (Haiku)- 06
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
The young wife visits temples,
To pray for her husband's well being.
He attends a massage parlour.
A Paradise Turns Hell (Haiku) - 05
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
She is about to die-
Her son, dwelling abroad sends dollars only
The mother dies of thirst.
