Terror?

You misused the powers I bestowed upon you…and look now they blame terrorism.

Bless

I bestow upon you,
The best in life & be amongst the chosen few,
And may you spread the joy of life,
To one and all, to end their strife,

May you whisper happiness in to their ears,
Bring on the smile and purge their fears,
Harbinger of a gleeful monsoon,
Rain bliss morning, night and noon,

May you have the power to heal,
And feed the hungry a full course meal,
May your every step taken be forwards,
Weave verve in all the spoken words,

May all the houses and all the streets be lit,
So be it.

A Moment

As she walks the aisle on the steps of heaven,
The wind holds no sway to her furtive love,
Her pink lips lock in tandem,
In a moment together in solitude

Empire

The pallid aura,
Once a rich golden throne,
A reminiscence of those glory days,
Now lies broken and thrown,

The grandeur of a majestic king,
And his exquisite queen,
Enthralled one and all,
But humpty dumty had a great fall,

The magnificent hallways,
Draped in silk and walls studded with many a gem,
Now cry in nostalgia,
The symbol of the once mighty realm

All, all withdrew, when needed most,
Threw their weapons on the ground,
They owe no allegiance,
Now a different king plays host,

The pomposity of the new valor,
Now breathes deep in his conquered world
As yet another day dawns to light,
A new kindled spirit is ready to fight

Wanderlust

Sweet memories of those getaway days, have begun to fade,
Memories of me playing under the mulberry shade,
With the feeling of the wind in my face,
How I miss those intimate escapes,

I’m packing my bags and I’m off tonight,
Pasqueflowers in disguise, I’m well out of sight,
A receding dot on the horizon, by noon,
I’ll be on the bright side of the moon

Attempt # 2

On their decayed minds,
A million maggots feed,
- A fetid thought

Mr.Gibran

Said a fox when chased by twenty horsemen and a pack of twenty hounds, “They are going to kill me. But how foolish they must be. Surely it would not be worth while for twenty foxes riding on twenty asses and accompanied by twenty wolves to chase and kill one man.”

Black or White

I’ve been wandering for a long time now,
Through the walls surrounding my head,
Searching for some answers lying on my bed,
All these years of the life I’ve led, how,

Everybody laughs and all of us cry,
While most are bold, only some are shy?

While some have more and most have less,
Wondering if it is a curse or if it is a bless,

Someone is happy, everyone is sad,
While some are good, most are bad,

People are cruel, humans are kind,
But run you must, for not to be left far behind,

Only some win and most lose,
Some have no choice and some all to choose,

While few speak the truth, most always lie,
Some can’t differentiate the earth and the sky,

Some are ugly and some are so beautiful,
Some see it half empty and some half full,

Few hear and most don’t of what you say,
Some are just happy and someone just gay,

While some stay in cold sewer cellars,
Many become warm city dwellers,

Is there a dark day and a bright night?
Many have eyes but no sight,

Some have nothing to eat, many have apple pie,
For some to live, many have to die.

A Change In Perspective...

Sit up and listen,
To the water flowing downstream,
Below the mountain of pasqueflowers,
Where we swam a bit and played a little,

Too much water, just too much,
Flowed, but not for long after,
Aftermath, not worth remembering at all,
Subtle nostalgia of the rise and fall,

Spiraling conversations,
Thou art an architect of this universe,
Time for the one to retire,
And return to a drag beyond the black,

Perspective

Time for the one to retire,
To sit up and listen,
To the water flowing downstream,
And return to a drag beyond the black,

Below the mountain of pasqueflowers,
Too much water, just too much,
Flowed, but not for long after,
We swam a bit and played a little,

Aftermath, not worth remembering at all,
Subtle nostalgia of the rise and fall,
Spiraling conversations,
Thou art an architect of this universe,

Vision

A vision of what I wished was real,
Images in mind slowly morphing into chaos,
Losing what I virtually held,
All day and all night long,

Gravity of the sense,
Lo! and behold,
Here they reappear once again,
Only to disappear in the labyrinth of the mind,

It's colours in shades of blue,
Red, Violet, an orange hue,
Any colour you may like,
As always it's return to the black,

Beauty lies in the hands of the beholder,
When a mad man sees discordant beauty in chaos!

Quo Vadis?

Have entered the second quadrant of life

Cold and Blue

The child looked on earnestly,
Into the eyes that were exuding void,
An abyss, into the ravine,
Her mother's eyes,

It had been several years,
Since the father had died,
Now the child had grown,
To a beautiful damsel,

Her innocence had not faded,
And her heart wrenched to see her mother,
Garbed in white,
All day and all night,

She was scared to ask her mother,
How, her father had died,
Lest she hurt her fragile feelings,
Knowing, so far, her mother had lied,

One day she saw her mother sitting near the door,
She had made up her mind to ask her the truth,
When she opened her mouth to speak, her jaw dropped,
To see her mother cold and blue

In The Winds Of Desire

For once the heart flutters,
In the winds of desire,
To steer the catamaran,
Off to an uninhabited island,

Thoughts and dreams running untamed,
Every step unfurls a new panorama,
Like a life seen through a kaleidoscope,
By the tender blue eyes of a child,

Far away in the ocean’s water,
A penchant for a swim,
In the full moon night light,
To wash the wings of wishes in the brine,

As yet another day dawns,
The sea gulls rise to the air,
Welcoming the first gentle rays of the sun,
On the waters of the morning

Whither Goest Thou

The sweet fragrance of serenity,
In a state of suspended animation,I ask my self,
"Whither goest thou?"

The response ain't coming,
So I turn and head back,
To the cosy comfort of my own self,

The cerulean dreams of desire,
Some feeling of home coming,
Some feeling of Deja Vu,

"Do you know, everybody is running away?"
The moment I open my eyes,
I see the same faces who didn't stand their ground,

The sweet frangrance of tranquility,
In a state of animated emotions,
"Is it beauty in chaos?"

The response ain't coming,
So I turn and head back,
To the cosy comfort of my own self

The White Dove's Flight

Neighbourhood white dove's flight,
Now a free bird, you're out of sight,
Flying away over the desert,
And into the sunset,

Memories of how you'd suffered all this while,
Now your time has come,
To spread your wings and fly,
Look how they shine,

Soaring high up above,
With wind beneath your wings,
Will you now be the symbol of peace and love?
Wish you all the best in life and the luck it brings

Revelation

High up above in the blue sky,
The sea gulls sing and sea gulls cry,
As I stand alone on this white sandy beach,
Trying to leave my mark on the sands of time,
I hear the waves lashing against the rocks,
I see the conch shells and corals around the dock,
Already there, waiting for me,
While they've left their marks on the sands of time.

Bitter Sweet

Mind is on the anvil,
Waiting for the strikes,
Remembering the last devil,
While the priest reads my rites,

Some things are made to be broken,
Life is but a token,
You can't buy over the counter,
And you know you can't count on her,

Mind on the anvil,
Waiting for the last strike,
Remembering my devil,
Before turning to the dust we bite.

Attempted Haiku, Confused, Turned Out A Joke!

You wish,
The truth not be hidden,
From your naked eyes.

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Pasqueflowers and the child,
In full bloom,
Life is not wild.

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Dancing,
In this rain,
Children play in the street.

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Scream,
But, your voice fails,
Under fear.

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Condescending dreams,
The butterfly motion,
As he lies in white sheets of satin.

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The guitar,
He practices every night,
Has no strings.

A Fight For Life - Part 2

With every step, her fragile bare feet burn,
Her life's twists and many a turn,
Has brought her to her knees,
A pious prayer, now prays upon, geez!

She has walked many a mile,
It is "LIFE" and not reconcile,
She has to go on, but she can only moan,
With only pasqueflowers in the wild, she's all alone,

Her favourite orchid's not bloomed as yet,
Procrastination, as its needs have not been met,
She still carries her fetid hope,
Now, she has to nothing to choose but the rope.