In a moment of a sweet silent thought,
A yearning for attention and recognition of the want,
Like a bride longing for a man it wondered,
Claiming its own existence, its own reality,
It still came.
The living presence still stirred,
Seeming to rise from a place inside,
Arousing the urge to be held in loving arms,
And be touched and be talked to,
It still came.
It’s like wanting a flower in buds,
Because the beauty in the bloom is without mystery,
Darkness in the night creates moments not sleepy,
Fighting for elusive that was indefinable,
It still came.
An attempt to feed imagination,
To create images to make alternatives desirable,
Bringing it closer to consciousness it can be able,
It still came.
Confused by the reality of life,
With those stories, it brought live,
Afraid of a mischievous and untamable resident feeling,
Hungering for a life not actual, a life not living,
It still came.
Like a desert traveller running after a mirage,
Driven by a persistent thirst for water,
A feeling of helplessness took over
Searching in a language of its own,
It still came.
The following of this search is silent and irresistible,
As it direct eyes, ears, mind and all the body as it is able,
Defying logic and any rational thinking,
The body being its slave and it the king,
It still came.
After taking its own time, days and even a whole week,
The presence would retire and yearning subside,
Something inside would be free again,
Life goes on and thing around noticeable,
The mind forgets and would be keen on the physical world.
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 7:52 AM UTC
As a distant recollection slowly forming,
A brick a mortar progressively building,
Thoughts, emotions, ideas clouding,
Maybe to be forgotten or worth remembering
To be wealthy and rich, why does it matter?
Maybe younger and brighter and smarter,
Would convince me to press the starter,
To question, to vindicate or disregard the former
The chase, the struggle is real,
Young, old, weak and strong, all with zeal,
As it rotates like unrolling the reel,
Life goes on, desire burns propelling the wheel
Cells wear out and brains boggle,
At the end always wins Google,
I am weak and strong and I cannot afford the struggle,
But I know I will win if I engage the full throttle
The distant recollection finally forms,
Reality dawns and the thrilling dream booms,
It’s not really a reality, it’s indeed a mystery,
Oh! And wait, it evaporates into nothingness!
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC
Get out live the life
Don’t mind the strife
Down the valleys
Do not leave your allies
Go up the mountains
It’s part of the trains
Give it your best
Yell out from the west
Man, you gotta try
If you don’t, on your deathbed you’ll cry
Knowing you had a chance
To win in the dance!
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 2:46 AM UTC
Good moments in the earthly life
Preceded by tormenting strife
Feelings get mixed
Several issues get fixed
I am playing my guitar
In the late night watching the star
Grandpa in the lounge retired from the bar
This fond poet missing the spa
Childhood is far gone
Left out no one
Free am I to feel and love
It was last night I made the mad move
Three beautiful strong words
Move like double-edged swords
Piercing into my heart
I love you, I say, feeling the heat
Eager to see them return
Before life makes a U-turn
Like a steel door one stair up
You shut me up!
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC
I move in a speed swift,
Secure a corner in the lift,
Gravity on my weight surprise,
Seven seconds anxious no rise
Reaching for my pony phone in the bag,
Never hesitating to look like a prank,
On the screen your blank face gaze,
Standing amazed in a maze
Automatic flip opens the back page,
Two dreary decades seems the age,
A round royal yard yells the episode,
Enclosed by the fence lay the ode
The little log house,
Inner infested by mouse,
Yells out the past like a story,
This I watch from storey to storey
Of grumbling stomach,
Of weary nightmares a match,
Like struggling surrounded by the shark,
Reveals the dot, red on white a mark
Ten storeys above the earth,
I had stopped doing the math,
Glass doors slide breaking the chain immature,
In the present, a sight of a blossoming future
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC
Seven strides down the valley
Clear water flowing gracefully
Green grass growing in paces
Perfectly covering the whole space
Godliness evident in nature
Two souls of equal attractiveness
Fitting closely in togetherness
Like a tongued and grooved joint
Eyes fixed on the same point
An invisible force bonding us
Memories of the past
Makes my heart beat fast
Rekindles in me a sense of trust
My lips pour unto you the truth
A lifetime conception of the inner me
Use not your past life
To bring to your future strife
Stand on your feeble legs
Walk to the altar in white leggings
You and me, yes I do.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC
I saw you in a dream,
Wondering through the green fields,
You were admiring the wilds,
Stunned by the sweet scent,
That the flowers sent
I saw you in a dream,
Hovering like a bird,
From yard to yard,
Me, you were missing,
The sound of your steps pleasing
I saw you in a dream,
Wearing a yellow dress,
You seemed to dislike stress,
In a scooter ride,
Looking like a bride
I saw you in a dream,
You were sitting beside me,
You left arm on my shoulder,
Whispers of love,
As our eyes move
6 a.m. in the morning,
The kitchen sink was frothing,
You were far in a wonderland,
It felt like a dreamland,
Opening my eyes, the dream was gone!
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
In a throbbing pace, the river flows,
Enclosed by the fence, the cow moos,
Across the bridge, next to the rose,
Standing on the ridge, our eyes cross
Water in the falls, pounding perfectly on the ground,
At the foot of the walls, lay pebbles round,
Scouring the sand, nature depicts its might,
Like a man mad, I stand watching it right
In the hand a red rose, beatific grin like a bride,
Stormy waves rise, inviting you for a ride,
In a low voice, humming a tune,
Evidently rejoice, on the cliff I mute
Hands locked together, fondly folded,
Not minding the weather, eyes momentarily blinded,
Like a movie star, keen to avoid a hiss,
Ending the perceived war, response a soft fond kiss
Resting on the bar, holding the rail,
One leg on the spar, an incoming mail,
Dad restless in the lounge, sitting on a mat,
Anxious for the launch, on his bald a hat
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC
In an intimate stone-clad courtroom,
Outside, beautifully tended lawns and smiling flower gardens,
I have probed the depths of human thought and contemplation,
And flown against their wind of emotions and feelings,
On the wings of poetry
Past the congested lanes into empty backfields,
Beyond the horizons of philosophical wits,
Deep into spiritual contemplations,
I have dived against scientific theories,
On the wings of poetry
High up into the blue skies,
Vanishing from the serene coastal viewpoints,
To appear in strangely beautiful wonderlands,
I have flown against turbulent storms,
On the wings of poetry
Along the road not taken,
Feeding their souls with delicacies of my heart,
Of spirit soothing cold Coca-Cola drinks,
Enriching their minds as I took a flight,
On the wings of poetry
Adventurous journeys,
On high cliffs and up the snowing mountain peaks,
Evading the urban heat and pollutants alike,
Where no road, no rail led,
On the wings of poetry
When the world treats me with contempt,
Fear attacking, like armed gangsters ambush,
Love trashed, exchanged for disdain,
I have learned to build my plane,
On the wings of poetry
In an intimate stone-clad courtroom,
Outside, beautifully tended lawns and smiling flower gardens,
I have probed the depths of human thought and contemplation,
And flown against their wind of emotions and feelings,
On the wings of poetry
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 6:43 AM UTC