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 …
Agony of War (Speaks)
The shadow of Kalinga hangs on. Crippled bodies sublime in ancient battlefields. Fiends and edentates rule the World. And souls wilfully escape into a world without bondage. Pain and hunger, Sufferance, The Earth in peril. “Martyred? Aye! Nations immortal sons!” With their mortal remains long lost. We weep silent tears and count those …
Into an Unknown
In the cavern of my heart A yearning. All glory lies faded With suburban shades of grey. A resignation Of past scintilla. And bubbling aspirations buried and forgotten. A beginning, flashes of tomorrow. Lucid, Wanted, Awaited. A new world and brightness, Let go yesterday. Allow my days to grow, Placid Quiet Unknown.
A Utopian Vision
A dream, a reverie A train of thoughts and fantasies Harmony set to music By the glitter of starry concordance; And a World Beyond Human Bondage. Mornings full of visions, And anticipation Of another Sun. A thousand rays Drying up a dewy assemblance, And a termination Of another monotony. Into a horizon of hopes, Set …
A Hundred Quills 