VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Bhoj Kumar Dhamala


High morale, boosted status, and superb 

Style of living makes one feel your better –

Off guise and you are in seventh heaven 

Just a delusion, you are out of it unless 

You realize who you are the surrounding 

Goes on after you for what you cannot 

Afford to offer the poor creature living on 

The earth, thinking on the top, under delusion

That seems ether for the trodden weaver 

Conviction, the wrong surmise never lets 

You realize your true part that you are seeking 

Always left behind the scenes a piteous life. 

Ebb and the Flow 

On the long journey of the 

Ebb and flow, experiencing 

The excellent and meager of

Cosmic world, the sad reality 

Perennial love is yet miles a 

Way, infinity fathomable and

Needing a rustic life rush and 

Rest the binary thing my way

Or the highway torpid in the 

Self-acclaimed narcissism the 

Ebb and flow is on its way we  Must incorporate and live on 

Morning Glory 

Comes with a-fresh new swear within

Zephyr adds the melody the sun beam

So tender, soberly touches the body limbs 

Your sapped night is over and no wet eyes

The shrouded yell that you were perplexed

To share with your dearest gone now with 

This morning glory, you are cherished the 

Infinite wave is craved within you no one 

Can silence for you being who you are and 

Really proficient not the same as you were 

The previous day a morning glory eases you

Swirling and providing the prove your worth


Sweetheart is what I meant for a sweet

Note to the blessed life, fine tuning, song 

For the singing bird and jocund company

Is sweetheart for me and diluting nectar.

A juicy, velvety, and luscious, relationship

Yes sweetheart is what I meant, ceaseless.

Divinely guided souls submerged together

For life and blood is sweetheart for me 

An evenhanded indulgent, survival both

Tranquil, and soothing, breathing cadence

Reign over evil for sweetness in life ever

Is what I meant for a sweet sweetheart.

Published by Mike Zone

Mike Zone is the former Editor in Chief of Dumpster Fire Press and managing editor of Concrete Mist Press. The author of Screaming in the End: Poems and Stories, Fuck You: A Fucking Poetry Chap, Shedding Dark Places (almost), One Hell of a Muse , as well as coauthor of The Grind and Razorville. A frequent contributor to Alien Buddha Press and Mad Swirl. His work has been featured in: A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Black Shamrock Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Better Than Starbucks, Piker Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Synchronized Chaos, and Cult Culture magazine.

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