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HOPE.

AN ANGEL OR A GHOST?

ROLLERCOASTER

SHOOTING THE MESSENGER

INVISIBLE



CRUSHED HEART

NO MEMORY OF MY FATHER

MY MUSIC

FREEDOM OF FOURTH DIMENSION

WITHOUT YOU MUM

I AM SO SORRY, MUM

I MAY NEVER MEET MY MUM

MOTHERHOOD

UNFORGIVEN

I WANT YOU MUM

LIFETIME LOSS : MY MOTHER

FIRST LOVE OF MY LIFE

SAX "YANAGISAWA"

MY LOVE LETTER

JOY

SLOW DECLINE

I AM SO SORRY, MUM

LIFETIME LOSS : MY MOTHER

I'M BACK BUT I'VE LOST MY LIFE

BATTERED WOMAN SYNDROME

PERFECTION

I DON'T WANT TO BE AN ANGEL

WHAT I SEE

HEAVEN AND HELL

FREEZING TIME

YOUR LAUGHTER

WITHOUT YOU, SWEETHEART

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THE MOST DANGEROUS CREATURE


~THE MOST DANGEROUS CREATURE~



Near death situation we face
before and after our birth.
Lucky if our mothers let us live
otherwise "Termination of
Pregnancy" means get murdered
before had a chance to be born.
Abortion is nothing but a murder.

Being born is a risky thing too.
Chances of turning blue while
in the process of being born
and then become an air breathing
creature from the liquid breathing
one while inside the womb.

Even after being born the risk
of infections, germs, bacteria
and virus is much greater than
while under the protection of
mother while being inside her.

End of the life we face is also,
surrounded by loved one but
the dying is a lonely process
facing all the hurts and pain
so overwhelming that in the end
it takes away life from our
each and every living cell and
we are pronounced "Dead"
all alone and no one can do
anything to bring us back to life
again because if you come to
life again then you were not
really speaking truly dead.

Obsessed by our importance
in the vast universe we forget
infinite number of creatures
Great and Small have lived and died
but they do not make up stories
about journey after death and
make a big fuss about their death.
 
We have to make up stories
about journey after our death.
WHY? Because we are so childish
arrogant and a curse on mother Earth;
exploiting anything and everything
living or dead we, are the most
selfish as well as self-destructive
and most dangerous creature on Earth.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver
13th March, 2014.