Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 65 – Mixed Martial Arts

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 65 - Mixed Martial Arts Section I – Awareness Things change on the screen
before I even realize it.
I feel the present fully-
until memory intrudes. Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 63 – Richie Rich Syndrome

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 63 - Richie Rich Syndrome Most who believe
never ask why their gods,
their messengers,
always lived in poverty-
something happened, Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 62 – Humiliation

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 62 - Humiliation To counter humiliation
from a girl in school-
love at first sight-
I armed myself with pride and silence.
The next time I stood before a girl, Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 61 – Beg for Love

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 61 - Beg for Love Like the shape of a peeled water chestnut,
that thing so precious,
so rare-
for which people bend and kneel,
join hands in silent prayer, Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 58 – Hungry

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 58 - Hungry Three decades ago-
the desire:
cute, innocent,
love at first sight.
The need rose from its crushing, Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 53 – The Tough Gets Going

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 53 - The Tough Gets Going When the going gets tough,
the tough gets going.
After time has stripped everything bare-
possessions, people, illusions-
that’s when, in the thick of depression, Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 18 – Lollipop

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 18 – Lollipop
I feel it in my bones:
the universe is staring.
Not with love,
not even with hate-
just cold, deliberate silence Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 14 – Luxury and Need

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 14 – Luxury and Need Like heart, like character,
and so would be the desire and it's comprehension.
Whether it's pure luxury or primal need.
Your intention decides your deeds,
your deeds decide the fruit, Read more from here...
I am Grief

He ran carrying the corpse of Sati on his shoulder,
asking the sky, “What is this weight? Why me?”
I run with empty fists clenched so tightly the knuckles bleed,
daring the same sky:
“Look me in the eye. Stop whining. Stop cheating. Fight fair.”
My arms are not open in surrender; Read more from here...
