Love’s not defined by the pen
But pain
The distance between you and I
Is the distance
Between a fish and the ocean
And yet
So far away
A feverish tertian!


10/13/2018

You might chain my flesh
Not my spirit
You might chain my Soul
Not my pen
If you chain my pen
I’ll ask a bird for a feather!

I hear footsteps
Of rain
Patter, ………., patter
Washing off
spatter, ………., spatter
Stupidity!

04/14/2020

As rain's catching its breath
on the wings of a howling wind
cowering through the leaves
of a whipping willow

encountered a shivery hummingbird
“why are you crying?”: asked the rain
“she's rattled by my yowling!
or, could it be the thunder?”: said the wind

“she's soaked and cold
might be hunger
or a broken wing
can it be a fever?”: said the willow

if and only if, the mute bird
could utter a single word
as the wicked snake slithered
through the branches, to reach her nest!

10/06/2015

clouds cannot hide behind the sun
while the magistrate’s Attila the ***
the man is out to hunt for fun
run for your life “Bambi”, run

02/10/2017

Autumn walks in my garden once
again
brings the gift of chaos, disorder, some
rain
breeding anarchy, disarray, lots of
pain
I asked what she's trying to
gain
suffocating a flower, by cutting her
vein
said: “she did not die in
vain”
her life’s merely on the
wane
“I do this out of love”, said
swain
and love never dies, simple yet
plain


09/20/2017

And so as autumn dawned
the falling leaf
kisses the surface of the pond
a sentence of death, in disbelief

09/25/2016

The battle’s over long ago
But the battle wounds remain
Shouted in silence, cried also
Merely, I’d not deign, again!

4/20/13

I don’t like Hillary
But I’ll vote for her
my feeling’s personal
But her acts are not

the other guy speaks of
bleep bleep, dot dot
no interpretation thereof
melting words, in a ***

7/30/2016

My love for you
not like any other
why did you have to leave?
my dear sweet mother

06/26/2016

There’s a place
where God isn’t wrathful
or half kind
actuality is reality
and not twined
no broken hearts
colors don’t matter
days are bright
so is the night
love isn’t a fever
or a horse-ridding knight
sort of a pain
can’t be defined
has no taste
but, it does bind
feels like rain
causes pain
tends to wax
tends to wane
some you lose
some you gain
how to get there
just close your eyes
no questions, and no whys
make a wish
no fig leaf, no disguise

01/01/2017

The old faucet
has lost patience
Just as I have
the fiber of its existence
drop by drop
slithering through
the revolving wheel of time
as it drops

06/23/2015

Epic of Love!

Deep in a forest, a shack
Surrounded by evergreens
Encircled by thoughts
Bounded by many dreams

A wooden desk by the window
A fountain pen, few papers
The songs of a babbling brook
Few candles; if not, an oil lamp

Ruminations of tender whispers
The gentle touch, your silken lips
My aspiration to dawn an epic
Larger-than-life; an Epic of Love

March 7, 2009

Gardens differ
              One from another
                              One’s full of flowers
                                       **** with thorns, the other
                                                      09/19/2018

Autumn is here
mesmerized
by the enchanting wind
dancing leaves
slithering to their resting place
lugubriously

11/28/2016

Childhood went by
so fast
still remember
chasing butterflies
licking a Popsicle
which didn’t last
a world
filled with dreams
no colors or borders
just laughs, just screams
wandering
in search of fireflies
every winter
around fire
listening to
grandpa’s tales
of future and past
ghosts or knights
crying wails
widened eyes
hastily inhales
playing hide and seek
with Tom, Suzy and ****
my first kiss
from the next door miss
remember this?
Now-a-days
missing that heavenly bliss
sitting by a pond
next to my wife
being a museum
of my life

08/03/2016

My lone flower
deep in the shadows, fugacious
as she blossoms
brings a spring scent
to undivided existence
forever, and ever

12/10/2015

Every 12th of  May
a forsaken, lonesome day
even the sorrow mopes
life glances, then shies away

04/12/2016

If I could
                rip my skin off
to get out
                of this prison
unpretentiously
                you’ll see
the color of my skin
                does not fashion
who I am
                I would!

12/11/2016

I’m not you
don’t be me
zebras have stripes
snakes, have fangs
sun wakes up in the morning
and moon, at night

12/05/2016

Leafless branch
Desiccated trunk
Withered carcass
But, the root
Yet, beneath the soil
Disseminating

The fruit ripens
On the leafless branch
Harassed by assailing winds
Hence the scent, if, the roots last

4/21/13

Where there is a window!
Gaze through it, but!
Don’t mind the faded paint!
Or broken frame! 
For, there is a pleasing verve beyond it!
Things that have not come to be!
And those, which simply are! 
Seeing the ins and outs?
Not any thing would be alike
As we want them to be!
Events may come into sight lucent
But, what is clarity?
When there is a glass in between!
So, look again! And yet, again! 

November 29, 2008

On a tree branch, above
sitting a beautiful dove

I looked up and asked her
would you kindly define love?

It won’t be worth seeking
if I define love

it won’t be worth desiring
if I define love

06/10/2017

Cry, cry, my sad guitar! 
Not for the snapped string! 
But the thirsty desert! 
Or the contented soldiers
Who won't return! 
The lonesome willow tree! 
The innocents
Walking the green mile! 
Cry, cry, my lonely guitar! 
For the dried eyes
Of the unfortunate roses! 
Not the unending nights
Of warriors, fighters, and knights! 
But their mothers, children, and wives! 
Cry, cry, my sad guitar! 
For those taken
In Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria
who are awaiting
to be ******, or beheaded! 
In the name of Allah! 
Cry my sad, lonesome, lonely guitar! 
Not for the snapped string! 
But for the conscienceless creature
called human, cry!

The road is narrow
The path is dark
The ensuing sparrow
This pilgrimage, we shall embark!

The ferry set sailing
In search of an ark
Anubis, Osiris; hand in hand, hailing!
You people that do sleep, hark

Heart beats slowing, a few failing
meeting the written destiny
Shred by shred, bit by bit, haling
a sense of ennui envelopes amply

Vicious circle, round after round
moments of delights, some agony
what goes around, comes around
Seems to be in perfect harmony

6/25/2015

* New Version

Whatsoever a man soweth
that shall he also reap
deceive thy neighbor shalt not
as into thine grace it shall seep

06/07/2017

Dreaming a
celestial raging river
where the fish aren’t judged
by the color of their skin
in the milky way
keep on dreaming, you old fish!

09/01/2017

One of these days
I’ll turn into a rebellious wind
Rustling through branches and leaves
On the tree tops, the wings finned

Dashing into the heavens
Whilst slithering up the mountains
As whispering Brahmans
So, the thirsty river runs

5/9/2014

I saw a ******* the street
selling her body,  last night
Have you no shame?: I asked
Beware the wrath of God

I am ashamed!: She said
But, my child's in need of food,
my husband an addict
and my God, in deep sleep

Does God sleep?: I asked
Mine does: she said
If not, my world
would've been different

Mine is awake
I plea and atone, instead
For, he's KIND
and MERCIFUL

Your god is the god of the Pharaohs: She said
Not of the indigents
Or else
wouldn't be worshiped by you

11/09/2015

She finds something to cavil at in everything I say
Winter, summer; spring, autumn; night or day
I will love her, more than life; no matter what
Every April; June, July, August; even May

Saturday, June 20, 2015

All things started with a big bang!
Some label it: Creation! Some: Yin and Yang!
Others say:We sit on the ancestral tree
from which the apes sprang!

06/29/2015

The tears falling off her eyes
fashion the wine in my tavern
I’ll burn down this tavern
To watch the stars in her eyes

10/12/2018