I led him
   to prosperity
   now in my poverty
   he abandoned me

I don't need any reminder
    this is my personal matter

We are more imitators
than innovators

If I were not silly
would anyone have noticed me?

Love has
too many a colour
which do I love
or abhor?

I know not--she knows better
in her undying ardour
that I couldn't belong to another
as I am meant only for her!

The world will never, never be OK
  as long as everyone insists on their say

I'll do away
with the unreason
of reason-- oppressive
callous, unrepentant

too far it has gone
waxes more with each season
riotous in its claim
seeking to be omnipotent

my sorrows and feelings
it has long forgotten
askance it looks all the time
as though my heart was rotten

I'll rise in rebellion
I'll not stand to be broken
it might mock in derision
but I'll not be stolen.

Let us believe
we'd not be forgotten
by goodness
though life is not heaven

Living up to 100?
       oh, not for me
       with too much time
       I'd write more silly poetry!

Boast about your success
     people would regard you an ***!

Even then
I'd have to
start all over again
what about you?

The more I've read
the greater is my confusion
books now give me the dread
happiness comes not from education

Three cheers for democracy
          as long as the Government gives me money

You wish to know me?
         now's not the time to speak
         give me your answer then
         when you've lived with me for a week!

The mind can never
       all issues address
       even at its best
        it doesn't have the prowess

Don't give all
keep at least a bit
in your downfall
you'd not lose your wit

We are hardly personal
          a large part of us
         belongs to other people

Let envy  be
your unequivocal enemy

My wings have shrunk also.
However, we fly now with our ideas and pens.... (copyright of Delice)


I was young then
my wings of fancy
took me to new realms
beyond the bounds of reality

I would do it
all over gain
flying amidst clouds
over the mountain and plain

to be free as the wind
how my heart did sing then
wanderlust was youth's inspiration
life was never any restraint

farewell, farewell to yesteryears
now in recollection I'll take my pen
my story to tell--in nostalgic ideas without tears
blessed with the feeling that the past had been my friend

Hush, be still
my heart
the day is done
let its tedium part

we'll rest under
the Pacific moonlit sky
listen to the sound
of the guitar-- just you and I

as the coconut leaves shimmer
and the breezes gently drift by
unburdened by life's fever and fret
not to be fazed by a single sigh

we'll not forget the vows
we made so long ago
our love has not lost its shine
that our hearts truly do know.

I'll die to
    the moment's beauty
    such death I'll kiss
    it sets me free

    earth holds things
    in ephemerality only
    to the celestial my heart
   I bend as I happily sink into eternity

An old man am I
you can leave me behind
my wings have shrunk
I can no longer fly

if you do ride by
just say 'Old man, hi!'
I'll respond with a genuine smile
under the warm cheerful sky

Everything else
you can strip off
but memory
and the past--
both are surreptitious
your earthly days
they long over-last

the present is but
an unsettled midpoint
flanked by  moments
of yesteryears and the future
their shadows still
they carelessly cast

a day is a mere page
in the continuum
of a book-- you hold the pen
what words would you trust?

our hearts waver with time
we feel  pain, loneliness
and sorrow's heavy ******

somehow we begin to sink
though in tiny measure
our voices lose their ardour
we are a ship that has lost its mast

and in the final darkest hour
all is silence and what's left
is but the muted echo
of the unforgiving past.

Words I dearly treasure
I'll cause no pain whatsoever
I am but a poor writer
I scribble now and forever

Tattered old notebook
       contained these words--'I love you'
       tears welled in her eyes

Wild yellow flowers
      glitter in faraway sun
      she picks one by one

Yesterday years' postcards
     secretly hidden in box
     she could not let go

Bird songs from garden
    housewife hangs up all the clothes
    watched by curious dog

Before letter-box
she stood for a long hour
she could not decide

Coldest winter day
  village windows are all shut
  fields hit by hailstones

Sunday village fair
   farmer's daughter put on her best
   glitter in her eye

Quiet grasshopper
hanging on end of a leaf
watched by a spider

It is the same book
    how many times had i read it?
   she gave it to me

Winter mists o'er hill
birds take flight in hurry
the heart remembers

Love is a bouquet
but for only one
such flowers never decay
though a thousand years are done

Your poem I did read
   but my memory has failed me
   a piece of music I owe you
   who could you be?

  Blossoms how they blow
in spring and how they fall
in autumn's last days
love sighs in its lonely recall

Love and desire--the person vis-a-vis another---the dynamics, the conflict, the uncertainty, the pain but each experience makes ons wiser and stronger.

Matters of the heart are very hard and sometimes seem quite impossible to understand.

If eventually love comes together, nothing would have been lost
and what emerges is perfect beauty and joy.

Those who love should not fear
those who fear should not love (this I wrote a long time ago).

New Testament---perfect love casts away fear

Until it is the end
      you still have time to spend

Despise not the stupid
   sometimes they show unusual wit.

To fail
       is no mistake
       it opens doors
       for a future remake

I could not be master
but a slave I would not be
I'll only be my own leader
and live on my own terms--freely

The final stitch
       could have the highest reach

Courting praise
         a life lived in waste

I'll be silent
as you say
if there's meaning
I'd gladly stay

It is dangerous
      to be over-positive
      the person could be ruined
      if the outcome were negative

Futile is the search
          if meaning does not emerge

Beware of the one-idea person
his thought could be poison

You asked me to
but I can't go down
your way-- I've changed
what was is no longer my ground

neither time nor life
do I blame-- what I've found
is nebulousness and doubt
that goes round and round

I can't go your way
yours is likely to confound
you'll learn day by day
perhaps you might win the crown

my path is what I chart
in silence, without making a sound
with the compass of my heart
for a new land I'm bound

I am dying, dying     
       regret I've none       
       flowers are still dancing     
       under the glorious sun
           

        I am dying, dying  
       to a new beginning           
        celestial music is playing     
       I'll still be listening

Make-believe
       it does bring relief