....but this metaphor
   is not for her
   she won't bother
   the literal she does prefer

Little do I have
to make a statement
my time I save
to avoid this predicament

for to venture out
belongs to the tiny breed
that has a message to shout
and is proud in their every deed-

' A new world we herald in
  we have the answer to every need
  past ideologies are fit for the bin
  we have planted the superior seed

  and hearts and minds will find
  their flowering without end
  mankind shall happily bind
  as a family- in every corner and bend'

  So loud is the slogan
  aside i quietly stand
  still the chant: 'Truth has spoken!'
  I know I would not be regarded a friend.

Nothing from you ever
is less than enchanting
your smile soothes and uplifts
and glorious is the morning-

nothing that you say ever
is less than enrapturing
the birds stop short their singing
in their worshipful listening-

nothing that you aspire ever
is less than inspiring
into rarest beauty your words crystallise
nothing is left wanting-

nothing that you dream of
is less than the heart's holy desiring
time shall but re-echo anew
and shower you with every sweet blessing.

Why do lovers
love songs that are sad?
the latter are but spoilers
surely love should bend towards the glad.

I don't need
any gift-
it's sufficient
if I knew how to live

I'll leave you to lead
I have no desire to compete

Let every moment be a prayer
every utterance kindness bear
show compassion to another
with an open heart joys and sorrows share.

The problem with the world

is that most people are out

to teach or preach rather than to learn

Pleasing myself
is acceptable and fine
as long as others' interests
I don't undermine.

I should start the day
not repeating what I said before
those around me would frown
regard me a terrible bore-

rather I should hear what others say
life and people to understand more
silence opens the door to learning
let this be the day's winsome score.

How I wish and entreat
to be a centipede
born with such feet
that I need never compete!

It's my simple wish:
that people would not be impish

Away from the ugly clamour

of the city and market-square

only a single voice I care to hear

its beauty follows me everywhere-


yours, yours alone does transcend

the music of the universe entire

every pain of my heart it consoles

to none but you my heart I surrender.

Away from the ugly clamour
of the city and market-square
only a single voice I care to hear
its beauty follows me everywhere-

yours, yours alone does transcend
the music of the universe entire
every pain of my heart it consoles
to none but you my heart I surrender.

Even the steel-clad heart
has turned butterfly
the C-virus has torn the world apart
it simply refuses to die-

more value is attached
to enviable rolls of toilet-paper
it has to be daily detached
to comply with the rule of nature-

in its absence just for a moment
what's the worth of gold or silver?
would living not lose its enjoyment?
where would the paperless run for cover?

Towns and cities are in shutdown
daily life has come to a standstill
nowhere is safety to be found
neither is there a saving pill.

There's no prize to claim
life is not a game

I can't agree
   or disagree
   I wasn't there
   I didn't see

Aim not
at being great
ordinary tasks perfectly performed
is enough to ingratiate

One thing at a time
has brought me the best outcome

Losing
is cleansing

I sleep well every night
  the day's woes I set aside

They say:
   'Come, come'
   when you do
    you wouild no longer be welcome

Not the day
  but the moment
  you can't brush it away-
  discontent!

The rebellion of the heart
is stronger than the cranial part

Pity the winner
such is restless forever

Tell the truth never
you would regret later

Beware of people
  yourself especially
  life is already too much trouble
  don't play the game in folly

This I couldn't understand
     why insincerity should exist in a friend

Aim not at being exceptional
it incurs the envy of other people
in every way they would wrangle
you to trouble and out-rival.

I am rich
    in my poor way
    have never starved
    for a single day.

You can't **** me
      I am your poisoned imagination
      not even if you call in an army
      I am invisible-- not made for perdition!

I don't want
   to be rich
   preferring life
   to enrich

Life is not a race
     none could properly keep pace

If words I befriend
     I would have a happy literary end

To count myself less
      brings happiness

When the self
      is invaded by pride
      few people would want
      to be by that person's side

Don't tempt me
     many had tried before
     I am content in my poverty
     why would I need more?

Living life
ceases to be costly
when I no longer
take it seriously

Ten persons in the committee
       views expressed amounted to twenty

Chase nothing
  avoid dreaming

This the very truth:
often I don't see clearly
by committing to writing
I do away with ambiquity

Good for you
go for it
leave me out
that I want no bit

Let failure speak
  how sincere, how humble and meek!

I can't see clearly
   beyond my nose
   also cant' tell in any certainty
   which way the wind blows

I lean
   upon nothing
   neither do I hanker
    after anything

I need not
    be strong
   enough strength is mine
   if I do no wrong

Myself I must reduce
  a better person to produce

Giving in
giving up
having given such
no more drink in your cup!

Join my smile--

life will love to see you

for a longer while

Together we sat to watch the late-hour stars
    as music lingered in the cool night air
    into your dreamy eyes I looked
    a blissful moment beyond every care

  do you remember how we met?
  spring's flowers were dancing everywhere
  you smiled when you walked by
  your beauty with none could I compare

  Such a glorious day this is!  you spoke
  as I was reading Keats' on the bench just there
  my heart leapt for joy and I said
  please sit by me -- as into your eyes I did stare

  oh, Keats' poems I do love dearly
  but how painfully his love did fare
  you then placed your tender hand on mine
  our hearts to each other we freely did bare

   ah, my beloved, how the years have fled
   yet this do allow me to declare:
   that spring day how could forget?
   as every token of love I still faithfully wear.