Ulysses Bandi

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Pluto sits far away,
Quiet in her indolent
Sway.
...

Google ate the world, Google ate the world!
All its 1's and 0's swallowed the whole wide world.
Now the world wide web lies in Google's belly well-fed,
Waiting to regurgitate at the beck of a finger-clicky.
...

The wall clock (or Time) died at precisely thirteen past three
In the afternoon of a cold wintery day at the passing of the
Punctual thirty-third second.
...

The day ended with all its regular woes and melancholic happiness.
Whatever is left is segmented into the enclaves of joy and sappiness
And then the night takes over when the mind tries to unfurl the imbued
Colors that the day brought forth while the spirit refreshing seeks cover.
...

Watch classic flicks,
Drink beer in sips.
As the weekend ticks
...

The passing of Time;
The existence of life
In all its mundanity
Leaves us bereft
...

So, apparently,
All of a sudden,
On a whim,
Like a lightning bolt,
...

I placed a Period before a Comma
And I was interjected by an
Insolent Exclamation mark
That trounced upon my
...

What are the forlorn pigeons doing now?
Are they thinking about their
Next flight or wondering whether
To get drunk?
...

What you did today, you perhaps might do again
And again and again until the action becomes ingrained.

What you thought today, you perhaps might think again
...

Hear, oh my Week:

On Monday, I am happy and anxious for what lies ahead.
Tuesday has eaten away a bit of that happiness, lo I dread.
...

They’re everywhere,
In your sleep, in your dreams
In your ways and in your days.
You cannot cast them away
...

Gravity
Slapped
All
Of
...

Emblazoned on each longitude
Our lives intersect
With the same desires.
...

The Earth!

Our museum
Of splendour
...

If Earth has a circumference,
A calculable dimension,

Then, what is the circumference of Space?
...

Days, they pile up, they add up, they accumulate;
They never subtract or go back!

Yet many of us are stuck in memories of the old,
...

The Best Poem Of Ulysses Bandi

Pluto Praise

Pluto sits far away,
Quiet in her indolent
Sway.

Yet it breathes
The soul of a planet
And circles around the
Doleful Sun

Night and day
Without any diurnal
Claim for her pay

And so she plutoes
On day by day.

Let's sing her
A song, let's
Praise her

For all her
Quiet revolutions
She makes

Around the Sun
For no reason
Or no pay.

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