No let off-
the burden
of living

all that is
the none -realising
of dreaming

all that desiring
ends in
not having

all this writing
is only words
destined for forgetting.

It's an effective exit
only when you axe it

Having no useful word to say
quietly and unnoticed I walked away

Every experience
is a waiting seed
plant and nurture it well
it will serve your every future need

You are the continent undiscovered
what else is there to be explored?

Never mind- whether
  we look up or down
  no matter if mid-level, either
  if there's enlightenment to be found.

Eyes that can't see

one should be

donated to the blind freely

who will see life's timeless beauty

Oh, not me
my photo is not in FaceBook
I don't have
that Hollywood look!

Every morning
as into the mirror I look
that dreary person frowns
at me--as though I were a crook!

Summoned for bad driving
   caught over CCTV---can't get off the hook
    9 a.m  1st April 2019 will be the hearing
   in local Magistrate's Court---to face the book!

FACES
I share the joy of happy faces
But sad faces linger long in my mind
There is no Arcadia or paradise on earth
So much pain and misery is inherited by mankind.

Ah, my love,  I see your tender face and your gentle smile
I wish I would never make you cry
If  in my duty I should fail
I would be unworthy—it would be best if I die.

I have never wished
that you should believe me
I am not a fact
only a person-in-theory

Did you think
I failed just once or twice?
More than I could count
fifty, a hundred times? Surprise?

Failure is a friend
it leads to the road
where it will end

What's failure?
how do you measure?

..but falling

is not falling apart

get up, take heart

make a new start!

I'm falling
falling, yes falling
but not apart
as I still keep my heart.

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

Falling
falling steep
a slip on the way
falling deep

falling
lesson to keep
remembering
even in my sleep

rising
slowly not by leap
falling is awakening
not failing-- a heap

of hope piling
just waiting to reap
a sweet beckoning
as joys gently seep.

On the farther side
of time I stand
much of old age
is memory bent
towards scenes
that defie ravage
and demand
to be remembered
and resurrected --

I am held powerless.

Life is now
falling foliage
the leaves have
dark-brown turned
days and nights
are serene and sober
enough of love
past love had yearned
pain and sorrow re-echo
in tearful refrain
over and over again --

at this dying hour
regret is but all in vain
night is a disdainful mocker
there's nothing left
either for loss or gain.

The leaves are falling
they aren't sad
they know their time
has come. This they've been expecting. We last but a season.
The sun burnt us. The storms ravaged us. The snow froze us. The night oppressed us with its mocking silence. We've been punished and bruised.

We are falling. Happy to be falling. To the sod we belong and it's waiting. We'll be trodden upon as that's our lot.

Do you humans suffer the same fate?

Let us say this. There's comfort in
falling--there's no struggling; light is the feeling; to the earth must return, all living things; desires are vanishing and there's some mysterious joy in the ending; beauty of a kind beyond knowing is descending. There's the gaining in the losing.

Don't feel sad for us, you humans who by here are passing.

When you hear the winds blowing,
it'd be our voice singing.

Falling out is
everyone's inheritance
only this-
don't fall out of your self!

How could we ever admit to ourselves or openly
on our sleeves we wear falsehood?
we could never be our own accusers (it would be silly!)
for we are always kind, decent, honest and good-

how convenient it is to feign
(this word we fear--the normative 'should')
surely life is for our comfort and gain
(how we forget we're the civilised brute!)

Rejoice when none does know your name
you have escaped the entrapment and misery of fame!

Many want to be famous
instead they are caught being infamous.

I was a shadow
then
a silhouette

( all that's
   in the universe
   is a process)

I dissolved
into mist-
next
I dispersed

transformed
into a vapour
then
disappeared

nothing
I became
nameless

from nothing
there could not
be anything

a state
of emptiness
in space

nothing
can touch
or capture  emptiness
as it's not there-
and ipso facto
it's beyond
death and decay

at the beginning
I had no form
I was nothing

now the process
has taken its course
and I return
to nothingness

and being nothing
is to be
in timelessness

and lastly
eternity
is that state
that brings
the demise
of time
and temporality-
that which at the start
was nothing
returns
to its source
the Universal Nothing.

I'll crack a joke
with life and wait
for its reply. With time
dialogue I'll create-

two entities they are
but intimately allied
in silent conspiracy by far--
none could challenge their might-

what would they say to me?
what words would they hide?
would they argue or dispute?
would both,  either or none take my side?

It would be like an unearthly meeting
in a dense fog or mist at some nowhere
neither could I see but only their voices would I hear
I wonder to sickness--what would they declare?

Has anyone
seen a fairy
or heard a mermaid
singing from the sea?

If you believe so
it would also be me.

If you say love has wings
I'll leap to the air with credulity
I have your assurance I won't fall
if I do,  you would be there to catch me.

Do I choose my dream
or does it choose me?
am I the water or the stream?
which of us dwells in fantasy?

Am I the stem
or the flower?
the clock's seconds--hand
or the beat of the hour?

Somewhere-
an imagination
someday-
self-deception

somehow
awaiting invention-
some dream-
an illusion

Place me where you may
I'll find my way home anyhow
for a short while only you might keep me
you'll never be able to put me down

for I'm an act of disappearing
a doppelganger or conjuror
when your hands were to land
on my neck-  they would be scorched by fire!

If I were ever The Ultimate Power to be
I would turn every aspect of life into comedy.

Who is she
in my dream?
I know her not
how should I deem?

Who is she
in such seduction
breaking every part of me
leaving me in utter desolation?

Who is she
stretching out her arms to me
in her mysterious beauty
drawing me  to such intimate proximity?

Who is she
how could I forget
so willing to yield to me
would I not live in regret?

I followed you and your every step
though you were not in sight
through the eyes of my mind
during the light of day and more at night--

strangely I felt in a moment euphoric
you somehow knew my sorrow and plight
you didn't say a single word
but looked at me with a smile of unconcealed delight.

Fantasy*

If we have wings
we can fly over the wildest sea
if we are clouds
we would never be weary--

we would fear no heights
if we are the sky
if we are the light
would the dark ever draw by?

if each of us is an orchard
we would have fruits in every season
if each of us is a running well
wouldn't thirst be out of the question?

wouldn't we be one
if in your heart
you invite me to stay
and we vow never to part?

Fantasy and reality--
the former tickles
the latter stifles

Farewell should not be
melancholy
it's the moment
that will flower in memory.

Farewell to the song
to every beauty beside
life is not eager to last long
joy is reluctant to reside

dreams to the foolish do belong
the heart is weak and cannot guide
the journey's road-signs they sadly prove wrong
in the end only disenchantment and sorrow abide.

To die should hold no fear
    but is a life fulfilled
    the day's sunshine will wane
    unto night's silent hours it must yield

  yet it will be good to learn
  how gladly to die
  in the calmest acceptance
without heaving even a tiny sigh

  too much of being life-enamoured
  is in an unbreakable net being caught
impermanence is the eternal law
all things will end in naught

beatitude it is in farewelling
my heart has no sense of loss
whatever that which is beyond I question not
unto that unknown I must willingly cross.

By then
we'd no longer belong
to nor need each other
and taken different paths
to the eternal unknown

the most sublime
is never spoken

there would be
no reunion
but silence
all-pervading
dead is every note
and song

words stop
they evaporate
into nothingness

farewell

the heart is at rest
nothing else
need be discovered

It couldn't  be far
it's only 10,000 miles
for the love of you
I'll travel to the furthest star

Life I will diligently farm
such that the richest harvest
would be the outcome.

He who has no fear
minds not whether
the journey
is far or near.

I've said too much
it's time to fast
words of mine they festered
meaning they hushed.

Freedom of speech I did abuse
its content no longer do I trust
a prolonged hiatus I badly need
that I might grow in understanding at last.

Father said
  to dutiful son Peter:
  why marry, my boy?
  you would be locked up forever!

There's nobody better than our father
exception!  Our mother!

Don't you say to me
' Draw your line'
  pencil and paper I have none
  don't you know I'm also blind?

For a favour I shouldn't ask
  others are more deserving--
I would be put to task
to care only of my own well-being

When it's perceived
something external
is stronger and threatens
fear arises--it's a phenomenon internal.

Fear
the self locked-in
no exit
it's stuck on the skin

The day that fear crept into the human heart
the whole world convulsed and all order fell apart.