I finish reading
A good book
Heart contorts in knots.

Smiles go miles
In warming  hearts
Of emotionally challenged people.

Love’s a bitter pill
That everyone has to
Swallow still.

A closed bud
That stays so lest it
Self destructs.

Consciousness’s disgruntled
Mistress
Who strays away
From the marital bed.

Fire in a world of ice
Smoldering the heart’s soul

A kiss I steal
From a lady with a veneer of steel
Instantaneously time stills.

Sometimes it creeps surreptitiously
In between inhalations and exhalations
And at times in the form of
Long deep sighs.
I am mostly indebted to it
The specific times it chooses
To out of its own accord
Gather itself up piece by piece
Into a word that can be mouthed
That is “thank you”.

I don’t know hell that well
Though must admit it causes my mind a swell
What with its synonymity
To eternal damnation which stretches to perpetuity
A “jail term” without parole
A thorn in the flesh to body and soul.
Though must admit
Human nature rarely sees it fit to stay “physically fit”
Physically unfit it is, almost amorphous
Bending whimsically to most matters frivolous
A simple quandary
That enjoys little or no camaraderie
With sense. It’ll be a cold day
In hell when human nature stands distinctly defined per-se.

Resigned to the fact
That
Beggars won’t be riders
Anymore.

One moment you
sweet the next you
bitter as gall

Only good is Knowledge, and the
Only evil is Ignorance

A fountain of tolerance
Burbling with gusto
And unending vigor.

A soulful song
Escaping from a depthless
Oasis of stillness.

Truth’s a double edged sword
And true lies have a façade
For each occasion that’s mundane
Or otherwise and when peddled they’re mostly plain
Eliciting brouhaha meant to send mixed signals
Kind of “stones” hitting an “undisclosed” number of birds.
A crop of good fellows, politicians that is
Barely ever leave the populace at ease
Buttering them up with falsehoods, platitudes even half truths
And by virtue of being inherently over-excitable, these verbal missiles
From ‘slingshots’ cause strife, discord, discontent even apathy
In all manner of forms and so nationhood and integration atrophy.
Funny enough this happens from a seemingly divided
Front “truth” is there’s a common denominator, self-preservation and that’s farsighted.

Time hiccups exactly sixty times
In a minute, maybe it’s to affirm
That it too is mortal, that it’s got
A life of its own and that it’s absolute.
Who or what controls time? Who knows?
Isn’t it sand, escaping right through
Our hands no matter how
Hard we tighten our grip.
As happenings quickly become the
Revered fabric of the past
Maybe it’s best we live to the fullest in the now.

Glistening with intent and purpose
Are hurled full throttle at my heart
Hell bent on infecting it with indifference
And coldness, a quick cold death.
The embers in my heart respond with blinding intensity
Instantaneously melting them all in a single shine.

Kindness is niceness perched
On the pedestal of goodness.
An ever burbling fountain of
Warmth, feeling and empathy
A white thorn less rose of purity
And good intention, rarer than
Hen’s teeth and it does scythe
Through the ice of insensitivity
With a precision that’s unmatched.

Two souls floating over  landscape
Of thorns
In a bubble.