I am a dead poet and I am scared. Down below there, I see a panel of some learned friends and foes. In their minds they hold a few tools some called ‘literary device’. My verses on the table lie, They cut and pierce and wound and then lay my words to rest. Rip me …
I Still Love My Haunting Past
From the corner of my eye I looked. Trailing right behind me as I followed fate was my past. Wrapped in dirty linen and appalled mendacity. A crooked hand or two had embellished my days with a ludicrous (un) truth. I became the serenity of the ocean surface, the trepidations beneath unseen and …
Faith and I- A Journey
All is black and dark and lost, I walk upon a dusty road, Traverse some paths completely unknown. I see a sea of humanity and hues of scarlet red, Encounter upon a bereaved mount- Shades of grey, The wrath of Gods, No silver lining Just fury and sound. My faith and I we carry …
Through the Years
Man builds. Announcing each with bells and conch shells. And celebrates as if there is no beyond. Makes a heap Of all those ‘ties’. His life a pantheon where resides every other, a star in Galaxy “unknown” with a nomenclature- some bond called relation. Rosy hues don’t stay that long. Life comes home to …
And a Broken Mug
I have no words, No rhymes, No music. But a tear, a sorrow, a regret. Old memories and some pictures perfect. I have no emotions that are ‘on sale’, They stay. But just a song, an ivy, And a tower called ‘Malory’. Some rainbow coloured bands and a few promises. I have with …
Silent Wishes
If I knew how to let silence speak, I would’ve gathered the leaves Of a fallen autumn And let the winter Sun spread its warmth. I would’ve built a heap of the running brooks like sand dunes in the Sahara. Formed a canopy of green under a firmament so blue and let swallows chitter in …
A Hundred Quills 