Another Crossing of the Heart
there is a measure of pain
in any breath taken
living for today is not an option
when tomorrow comes
the sun shines on
and say hey its today
there is that knife
that keeps on cutting
at the same veins
making it deeper
and more unable to knit
but hey live and feel
love dies and another one springs forth
like a circle game its on and on
today I looked at the mirror
and I didn't know me for the criss cross
of wrinkles on my face
and my palms made hardy
by passing sand
like a cat chasing its tail
or a snail falling back
and hiding within
I pace an empty house
passing through doors
without turning the knobs
how soon now
or how long?
in any breath taken
living for today is not an option
when tomorrow comes
the sun shines on
and say hey its today
there is that knife
that keeps on cutting
at the same veins
making it deeper
and more unable to knit
but hey live and feel
love dies and another one springs forth
like a circle game its on and on
today I looked at the mirror
and I didn't know me for the criss cross
of wrinkles on my face
and my palms made hardy
by passing sand
like a cat chasing its tail
or a snail falling back
and hiding within
I pace an empty house
passing through doors
without turning the knobs
how soon now
or how long?
Published 5th March 2015 2:12am
Another Dawn Without You
A songless bird against the sky
a lone jogger along the beach
fragrance of coffee
a sudden peal of laughter
they colour the dawn
another one without you
empty lonely arms
cuddling a bolster
curled against the pillows
looking from curtainless windows
blush pink from dawn dusted sky
another day without you
closed eyes seeping tears
not knowing where to begin
slumbers on in a blanket
of warmth fuelled by wishes
for better dawns
for thousands of tomorrows
Another day without you
just another day.
a lone jogger along the beach
fragrance of coffee
a sudden peal of laughter
they colour the dawn
another one without you
empty lonely arms
cuddling a bolster
curled against the pillows
looking from curtainless windows
blush pink from dawn dusted sky
another day without you
closed eyes seeping tears
not knowing where to begin
slumbers on in a blanket
of warmth fuelled by wishes
for better dawns
for thousands of tomorrows
Another day without you
just another day.
Published 4th December 2013 5:57am
Another New Year
Dawn light rays on window panes
playing patterns on the floor
peeking through curtains frilly edges
like little imps at play
the sun rays bring another day
Yellow sun and breezy air
turns the mind to yesteryears
when youth lends vigour
with a heart that's eager
to live out rainbowed adventure
youth stumbles rambles blunders
tweak out smiles of lined faces
crows feet and frown lines
depicts such experiences
learning lessons on shifting sand
Another new year comes
a round of drinks
and wish thee well
Blessings counted
in living out another year
Happy New Year everyone.
playing patterns on the floor
peeking through curtains frilly edges
like little imps at play
the sun rays bring another day
Yellow sun and breezy air
turns the mind to yesteryears
when youth lends vigour
with a heart that's eager
to live out rainbowed adventure
youth stumbles rambles blunders
tweak out smiles of lined faces
crows feet and frown lines
depicts such experiences
learning lessons on shifting sand
Another new year comes
a round of drinks
and wish thee well
Blessings counted
in living out another year
Happy New Year everyone.
Published 29th December 2013 8:10am
Applause no Encore
they mumble for their supper
ringing their bells for attention
none hear no one cares
decaying... no longer of any use
some on wheelchairs
some love the rocking ones
reminds them of dancing
in ballrooms in memories fading
they talk of children and grandchildren
who married who and went with whom
grandchildren with their children
but they hardly see their broods
families are smiling pieces of paper
stuck in glass frames mounted on the wall
touched fondly everytime they wake
a pause to remember names
they smile remembering two jobs
they held on to so junior can go
to the best college
and they did, graduate with honour
the gentle touches they gave
to beloved child are repaid
by gentle touch of nurses
wiping their faces of cruds
they lived their life
applauded in their thoughts
encores are silent
like lost children along the way
they sit on the sofa
watching the flickering screen
watching images of lovers and dancers
they were there too
once.
ringing their bells for attention
none hear no one cares
decaying... no longer of any use
some on wheelchairs
some love the rocking ones
reminds them of dancing
in ballrooms in memories fading
they talk of children and grandchildren
who married who and went with whom
grandchildren with their children
but they hardly see their broods
families are smiling pieces of paper
stuck in glass frames mounted on the wall
touched fondly everytime they wake
a pause to remember names
they smile remembering two jobs
they held on to so junior can go
to the best college
and they did, graduate with honour
the gentle touches they gave
to beloved child are repaid
by gentle touch of nurses
wiping their faces of cruds
they lived their life
applauded in their thoughts
encores are silent
like lost children along the way
they sit on the sofa
watching the flickering screen
watching images of lovers and dancers
they were there too
once.
Published 6th October 2015 9:55pm
Ardour calls Passion
Recite me a love poem
Create me a rosy stanza
Sing me a liquid song
With violins on rose petals
Lips me a kiss
On bowls of ember
Singe my heart with heat
Light me a candle
With a stem of a Red Rose
Single headed, on a vase
Of Crystal
Look through the smoke
of my adoration
gaze into my eyes
Loosen the garb of time
Scrub out the space
Flow it out, the honey
Of ardour and passion
Scribble with your pen
Any word or another name
like Kilroy was here….
Don’t speak
Just circle a triangle
Two Eights in a row
Hugs and Kisses too.
Create me a rosy stanza
Sing me a liquid song
With violins on rose petals
Lips me a kiss
On bowls of ember
Singe my heart with heat
Light me a candle
With a stem of a Red Rose
Single headed, on a vase
Of Crystal
Look through the smoke
of my adoration
gaze into my eyes
Loosen the garb of time
Scrub out the space
Flow it out, the honey
Of ardour and passion
Scribble with your pen
Any word or another name
like Kilroy was here….
Don’t speak
Just circle a triangle
Two Eights in a row
Hugs and Kisses too.
Published 4th May 2013 9:54am
Are You Happy Now
Podium closed on centre stage
gone to waste the empty space
you used to sing and shout
there you push out your guts
thumps your chest
in arrogant stance
The crowd is gone
The adoring shouts of followers
The fists reaching for the sky
You said you wanted to fight
For your right
But it was never yours to take
I bowed but I was not cowed
I watched but I did not leave
I hurt but I did not cry
You shot me many times
I still stood, and stand here still
Watching the empty space
Its gone now the centre stage
Let penny philosophers sleep
Until next time
The Watcher sits
Dryads, sprites and haunters
sitting at her Feet.
gone to waste the empty space
you used to sing and shout
there you push out your guts
thumps your chest
in arrogant stance
The crowd is gone
The adoring shouts of followers
The fists reaching for the sky
You said you wanted to fight
For your right
But it was never yours to take
I bowed but I was not cowed
I watched but I did not leave
I hurt but I did not cry
You shot me many times
I still stood, and stand here still
Watching the empty space
Its gone now the centre stage
Let penny philosophers sleep
Until next time
The Watcher sits
Dryads, sprites and haunters
sitting at her Feet.
Published 3rd November 2013 7:16am
Are you Listening
hush, baby, are you listening
to the lullaby of life
the gentle soughing
of the passing wind
do you hear the gentle calling
of woods' spirits playing
among the flowers and saplings
of bushy shrubs in the spring
leave life's concern
for a little while listen
to splashes of springs
ripples under the hyacinth
no sorrow for time gone
no grieving for past life
we stand together you and I
in the now, under the same sky
the forest awaits
I will dance with you
in my mind and heart
among the green wilderness.
to the lullaby of life
the gentle soughing
of the passing wind
do you hear the gentle calling
of woods' spirits playing
among the flowers and saplings
of bushy shrubs in the spring
leave life's concern
for a little while listen
to splashes of springs
ripples under the hyacinth
no sorrow for time gone
no grieving for past life
we stand together you and I
in the now, under the same sky
the forest awaits
I will dance with you
in my mind and heart
among the green wilderness.
Published 20th June 2014 10:14pm
Are You the One
To die a little as you love each day
to see your beloved happy
to live again each morning
after a night of slumber
sated in love
yet are you the one
who will forever light
your beloved’s way
like a bright sunray
all the day of your life
you can and will die
a thousand death
just to re-live each moments
of joyous love sublime
to feel again, to savour
But are you the candle
That will last till dawn
Of the thousands of days
Loving living laughing together
Or will love splutter and die before
Are you the one
The love of your beloved
to wear the golden circle that binds
Are you really the One.
to see your beloved happy
to live again each morning
after a night of slumber
sated in love
yet are you the one
who will forever light
your beloved’s way
like a bright sunray
all the day of your life
you can and will die
a thousand death
just to re-live each moments
of joyous love sublime
to feel again, to savour
But are you the candle
That will last till dawn
Of the thousands of days
Loving living laughing together
Or will love splutter and die before
Are you the one
The love of your beloved
to wear the golden circle that binds
Are you really the One.
Published 8th October 2013 9:35pm
As it is
You are a bit drunk tonight
do you think it helps you
to focus on what might
have been or could be
You are a bit drunk tonight
do you think you can hold on
to this man, the wanderer
who has his own lust
for something more
than just you?
You were always a fool
for love
Grace, get sober
and get the hell into
your lonely bed!
do you think it helps you
to focus on what might
have been or could be
You are a bit drunk tonight
do you think you can hold on
to this man, the wanderer
who has his own lust
for something more
than just you?
You were always a fool
for love
Grace, get sober
and get the hell into
your lonely bed!
Published 18th April 2012 7:17am
At a deathbed
dim eyes focused
on nothingness
behind the curtain
the musicians
wailed as an orchestra
discordant noises
faint smiles
lingering dances
he saw them
sway
his hands moved
to synchronise the music
he danced away
with them
closed his eyes
and left.
on nothingness
behind the curtain
the musicians
wailed as an orchestra
discordant noises
faint smiles
lingering dances
he saw them
sway
his hands moved
to synchronise the music
he danced away
with them
closed his eyes
and left.
Published 18th April 2015 8:58pm
At Last, Humility
She cries for caring hands
she prays for a drop of care
she trembles sporadically
as she lies broken
crumpled on the grass
deep in the forest
She remembers so clearly
Life on a cushioned world
The inheritor of billions
Living on the Ritz of life
Thousands on her beck and call
Sitting on her pots of gold
Until those as needy
Professing Love eternal
Stormed her fortress
and now she lies there
ripped hard by knives
killed for her abundance
Darkness is coming
the spreading magenta
pooling around her
growing wider
she looks at the stars
through shimmering tears
The stars seems to glow
As the scythed man
Looks gently into her eyes
showing her what she was
at last she knows humility
for there is one greater than all.
she prays for a drop of care
she trembles sporadically
as she lies broken
crumpled on the grass
deep in the forest
She remembers so clearly
Life on a cushioned world
The inheritor of billions
Living on the Ritz of life
Thousands on her beck and call
Sitting on her pots of gold
Until those as needy
Professing Love eternal
Stormed her fortress
and now she lies there
ripped hard by knives
killed for her abundance
Darkness is coming
the spreading magenta
pooling around her
growing wider
she looks at the stars
through shimmering tears
The stars seems to glow
As the scythed man
Looks gently into her eyes
showing her what she was
at last she knows humility
for there is one greater than all.
Published 24th September 2013 8:18am
At the Crossroads
Fields of roses
Shouts of laughter
A smeary fingerprint
On printed wallpapers
They remind me of you
Whispered words of love
Tightened hands on arms
A light overhead
Misty morning kisses
Here you are lying
Still without a noise
Breathing through tubes
Inserted into your nose
No laughter on your lips
Just pressed together so pale
Your eyelashes against your cheeks
Without a flicker
You are still so still
The tubes will come out this morning
The doctor says I should stop mourning
You have been gone too long
You are starting to fade
But as the pump dies down
I once again hear the distant laughter
Feel the gentle butterfly kisses
On my wet cheeks
Goodbye my Love
“…the car was wrapped around the tree
Wondered how they got him free…”
Shouts of laughter
A smeary fingerprint
On printed wallpapers
They remind me of you
Whispered words of love
Tightened hands on arms
A light overhead
Misty morning kisses
Here you are lying
Still without a noise
Breathing through tubes
Inserted into your nose
No laughter on your lips
Just pressed together so pale
Your eyelashes against your cheeks
Without a flicker
You are still so still
The tubes will come out this morning
The doctor says I should stop mourning
You have been gone too long
You are starting to fade
But as the pump dies down
I once again hear the distant laughter
Feel the gentle butterfly kisses
On my wet cheeks
Goodbye my Love
“…the car was wrapped around the tree
Wondered how they got him free…”
Published 14th August 2012 10:37am
At The Edge
assign to life to sow and die
they seed with wanton glee
the long and fertile loamy furrows
His will to plant the dragon teeth
to live, to grow to thrive so strong
fated to slaughter and cull his brothers
they scream with righteous rage
not knowing why or how they grew
the meaningless white anger
uncoiling like fireworks within
hitting nerves numbing their hearts
turning them into killing machines
the desert floods with liquid magenta
the dirges congregates on thin air
mingle in poignant sadness and fades
leaving nothing but sighs of despair.
they seed with wanton glee
the long and fertile loamy furrows
His will to plant the dragon teeth
to live, to grow to thrive so strong
fated to slaughter and cull his brothers
they scream with righteous rage
not knowing why or how they grew
the meaningless white anger
uncoiling like fireworks within
hitting nerves numbing their hearts
turning them into killing machines
the desert floods with liquid magenta
the dirges congregates on thin air
mingle in poignant sadness and fades
leaving nothing but sighs of despair.
Published 6th September 2014 10:04pm
At the threshold
Hold me yet
in this earthly cask
a barrel so used
so flat
so dead
I decline, no, I refuse
to feel the pain of transition
yet here I am in a terrain
unreal yet so tangible
in this vague timeline
Where am I
this threshold to worlds
unknown yet familiar
to Maya, will I
go...or back to earth
to suffer more?
I sigh, I hear the wails
of mourners
at the wake
yet they are so far away
I am flying...
will I wake
when dawn breaks?
no matter
to eternal sleep
I suffer.
in this earthly cask
a barrel so used
so flat
so dead
I decline, no, I refuse
to feel the pain of transition
yet here I am in a terrain
unreal yet so tangible
in this vague timeline
Where am I
this threshold to worlds
unknown yet familiar
to Maya, will I
go...or back to earth
to suffer more?
I sigh, I hear the wails
of mourners
at the wake
yet they are so far away
I am flying...
will I wake
when dawn breaks?
no matter
to eternal sleep
I suffer.
Published 22nd April 2012 1:58pm
Autumn
Autumn leaves falling in drifts
Flying with the will of the wind
The brown confetti from the trees
Fall aimless to the ground
As I sit here on this park bench
I feel the chill of the evening air
And I shiver
I hug myself as the cold starts
In, to biting ice in my old bones
I pull my cardigan closer
And snuggle in its warm embrace
My arthritic hands twinge
I grimace and wince
At its throbbing pain
Pretty passersby look at me
A snigger, bouts of laughter
A pointing finger
Look at the crone, how ugly
All wrinkly and musty
Like a trampled banana
Without dignity, old as sin
You look at me
With your leery eyes,
Look that old bag lady,
You laugh
She is cold and hungry
Why doesn’t she just die?
And rid us of an eyesore
Come deary listen to me
My fate is yours
To know someday
Pride not in your lily white hands
For they will be as claws
They will know pain and labour
Just like mine did
Rejoice you not in your clean white cheeks
Or your pretty hair all in a bunch
Or your taut body ready for love
For age is not kind to beauty
Nor will it stroke with kindly fingers
You will shrink, wrinkle and crease
You will look like a dried raisin
Look at the autumn leaves
You will be as them
Old brown and discarded
To the ground you go
And be interred
Age is not kind, but it’s honest
Beauty then will shine from within.
Flying with the will of the wind
The brown confetti from the trees
Fall aimless to the ground
As I sit here on this park bench
I feel the chill of the evening air
And I shiver
I hug myself as the cold starts
In, to biting ice in my old bones
I pull my cardigan closer
And snuggle in its warm embrace
My arthritic hands twinge
I grimace and wince
At its throbbing pain
Pretty passersby look at me
A snigger, bouts of laughter
A pointing finger
Look at the crone, how ugly
All wrinkly and musty
Like a trampled banana
Without dignity, old as sin
You look at me
With your leery eyes,
Look that old bag lady,
You laugh
She is cold and hungry
Why doesn’t she just die?
And rid us of an eyesore
Come deary listen to me
My fate is yours
To know someday
Pride not in your lily white hands
For they will be as claws
They will know pain and labour
Just like mine did
Rejoice you not in your clean white cheeks
Or your pretty hair all in a bunch
Or your taut body ready for love
For age is not kind to beauty
Nor will it stroke with kindly fingers
You will shrink, wrinkle and crease
You will look like a dried raisin
Look at the autumn leaves
You will be as them
Old brown and discarded
To the ground you go
And be interred
Age is not kind, but it’s honest
Beauty then will shine from within.
Published 24th January 2012 6:17am
Autumn II
Falling leaves of brown and red
Falling to the ground in endless cascades
They are dry they are dead
Autumn indeed
With its gentle misty showers
Autumn rain and promise of winter
Among the trees
The dryads dwell
Full well knowing
That sleep is near
For them to retire to deepest shade
Until winter is gone
And spring draws near
As gusts of cold wind
Blasts the glade
There they flee to be seen no more
Until and when spring flowers bloom
Sing them, the dryads their songs once more.
Falling to the ground in endless cascades
They are dry they are dead
Autumn indeed
With its gentle misty showers
Autumn rain and promise of winter
Among the trees
The dryads dwell
Full well knowing
That sleep is near
For them to retire to deepest shade
Until winter is gone
And spring draws near
As gusts of cold wind
Blasts the glade
There they flee to be seen no more
Until and when spring flowers bloom
Sing them, the dryads their songs once more.
Published 9th June 2012 9:53pm
Autumn in the Eastern Sky
The songs of the East
the ululating singing voices
of warm welcome
the songs of appeasement
to all the spirits
of seven heavenly folds
and levels of Gehenna
Songs and mantras
embracing the ethereal
and the tangible
the chants of the shamans
the incantations of the priestesses
engulf the land in mystical
shroud of swirling mists
swooshing through the forests
where warriors weld their hunting
prowess against enemies
or what there be...
The time of change
of dying and rebirth
the harvesting and the planting
is come...
its autumn in the Eastern Sky.
the ululating singing voices
of warm welcome
the songs of appeasement
to all the spirits
of seven heavenly folds
and levels of Gehenna
Songs and mantras
embracing the ethereal
and the tangible
the chants of the shamans
the incantations of the priestesses
engulf the land in mystical
shroud of swirling mists
swooshing through the forests
where warriors weld their hunting
prowess against enemies
or what there be...
The time of change
of dying and rebirth
the harvesting and the planting
is come...
its autumn in the Eastern Sky.
Published 18th February 2012 3:12pm
- Last modified 18th February 2012 3:14pm
Awaiting the sunrise
on the rooftop towards the east
a mattress and cigarettes
filled with the goodness
of Maryjane
waiting for the sunrise
speaking of the future
whispering hopes and desires
with Maryjane's help
we saw visions of greatness
helping the unfortunate
loving and giving alms
making the world a better place
Maryjane in her smoky splendour
soothed our heart lend calmness
and peace in our soul we loved
her fusing through our bodies
we loved with gentle ardour
giving and taking off each other
amalgamated in body and spirit
fused together by Maryjane
we saw the sunrise that dawn
with sparkles of colours
spiraled on each pointed ray
showing us the Glory
Flash flash flash
the years went by
Maryjane a distant dream
just a name on the wall
decades
I can't remember his name
but I remember Maryjane.
*this poem was entered in a competition. Thank you for reading*
a mattress and cigarettes
filled with the goodness
of Maryjane
waiting for the sunrise
speaking of the future
whispering hopes and desires
with Maryjane's help
we saw visions of greatness
helping the unfortunate
loving and giving alms
making the world a better place
Maryjane in her smoky splendour
soothed our heart lend calmness
and peace in our soul we loved
her fusing through our bodies
we loved with gentle ardour
giving and taking off each other
amalgamated in body and spirit
fused together by Maryjane
we saw the sunrise that dawn
with sparkles of colours
spiraled on each pointed ray
showing us the Glory
Flash flash flash
the years went by
Maryjane a distant dream
just a name on the wall
decades
I can't remember his name
but I remember Maryjane.
*this poem was entered in a competition. Thank you for reading*
Published 11th April 2015 11:59am
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