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BMI is Body Mass Index For today we change the pretext To Body Mind and I Where I; like for iPhone From Apple, stands alone And who did Apple by giving them A bitten fruit? Surely it’s not Eve That should’ve been two bites Or more since Adam did a number too! I digress… But I that stands for myself Yourself and other self’s out there The, I inside you that tells you what do Wrong or right it is always up to you My Body, Mind and I Need to live together for us to stay high On top of everything that comes by Loops and fiery hoops for us to pass through And come out in the last end feeling fly So good food for the Body, More books for the Mind And loads of exploration That’s all the Soul asks for Not bundled up inside I I should live Healthy For the Body, Mind and I To stay fly. ©Krv_180616

My sweet sixteen is gone Don’t get me wrong She was here yesterday Plus she is under age So get your thoughts out the gutter And let us speak about what is right Done right Since it is the right thing to do That never gets old, Doing right! So tell me about how it feels To walk inside a gorge On empty feet. Walls all shiny from the alluvial marble Can’t touch yet, I can only marvel At how something this oldStill looks this bold And beautiful So I keep walking further in along the silty wet floor Warming my feet with every inch down this abyss Any flowers!? No, just marble! I need something to take to the core That soft spot warming this gorge No! it’s just air, only air warms this hole As the path grows narrower With every step I take lower! The marble walls start to melt As I slithered off the now slippery floor I need to catch a breathe So I dash back out and put on some skaters I have to get to the core! Plus the floor is going soft on me. Last time we

That feeling of a baby peeing on your shoes And smiles back at you That feeling of picking it up And looking at it in the eye And it’s still smiling back at you That feeling of talking with your teeth tied in harmony Since its mommy is only a room away from the two of you That feeling of wanting to throw it away But you still carry it anyway Why-Don’t Babies come with a Bleep!? At least for the few years it still can’t speak! Eh! Did I hear someone else with me here? Yes, right here! That feeling of doing something for it is genuine Plus it’s just a baby! What does it know? But a bleep would really do more I mean, am just saying! That feeling of doing right Since it is the right thing to do! And you do it, Right Since it is the right thing to do! So take off your shoes It is the right thing to do Plus it’s just a baby And it is the right thing to do You are also just a growing baby… Can I hear drumrolls!!!! And a Chinese Horn We all need to ease the toot of

It’s been fifteen days Since we heard Echoes of Mercy, Whispers of Joy And to which we learnt to Fear Him alone So we asked! Are you afraid of being alone in truth? On day two… Where we learnt that honest tales Are Tales that bind, so we woke up on day three In a place A rare place The one space I seek solace My place of Gold My place of peace Then we were swept off the flooded roads to A village far away On the fourth day Here we met A lad with a dreamWho kept hoping for better days! But no, you are not alone On this fifth day Am that younger self of you That humble kid that only wanted the best So we kept hoping for another day A sixth day And a girl told us Her pain Of how she had to be a woman to her father But she learnt to Forgive and live free As we rested and thought You wake up to her cry She loves it when you touch her Swipe her dress to ogle at her lingerie On this seventh day as the rest of the world They troop in masses to pin their not

What I kept is lost What I gave out is mine forever For it grows through others all over Finding its way back in ways I can never give words to Through people that I seldom talk to By giving me this and that I feel am blessed too Like a teacher Richer in knowledge But when her student from long ago Pulls over and assists her with her overdue credit She is not just pleased by it She is fulfilled Happy For playing a part And nurtured this fella A respectable member of her society A pity, teachers never get rewarded for their toil It’s a calling, a noble call That everyone Must answer! In more ways than this one Teaching is about sharing your knowledge Not just to get an edge Or maybe get ahead Of the pack of hounds behind you But to bring them closer To you! Away from the shadows Into the light that shines ahead of you. We need more people to see the light And stop lurking in the shadows of not knowing! The air up there is pretty cold Having people around

Well-manicured gardens with fountains flowing Into the Lillied ponds, home for the double-horned fishlings Wide pavements covered in brushed slate stone With trees meticulously arranged on either sides A walk through this sure felt heavenly and a ton more This went on and on for a hundred acres a lot more Into the horizon With a mansion built of hard timber To carry the massive pagoda A fortress An Emperor’s palace In a land far away into the sunset Scarlet and purple donned the interior With an occasional gemmed chandelier Dangling freely off the artsy ceiling Royalty Everything well placed, it was pleasing Maidservants bowing respectfully As the Emperor’s son leaves for a journey To a land where the sun rises He probably got fed up of the sunset! So he wanted something more As he walked through the campus corridors During an orientation tour A professor paused and sought to know What was it that impressed him most in this far away land! Well the shape of your