#lamps
mismatched furniture
a few dishes in the cupboards
a couple random blankets and lamps
a pan and a mug or two in the sink
a broken clock above the fake fireplace
a fake jackalope head on the fireplace
a couple college kids' apartment
my brother and his roommate
it isn't much but it feels like home
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
rage
rage
rage
maintain
the
rage
for the one who saw
so fit to obliterate
such magnificent lights
from the page's plate
let
not
the
rage
ever
subside
keep
it
going
in
a
spirited
stride
rage
rage
rage
protest
the
rage
against the removal
of those gifted amps
their lambent works
were of stellar lamps
show
the
dark
prince
our
passionate
dissent
as
we
rage
on
with
rebuke's
discontent
rage
rage
rage
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
Over thorns I have seen flowers lying tonight
I have seen moths near lamp dying tonight
I can see my vision getting blurred enough
Before me, I can't see you crying tonight
My speech is rambling on a prayer rug
And each wish from heart is flying tonight
Ever seen frozen eyes of a dead beloved?
Then, likewise my eyes are drying tonight
In the Imambara of Kashmir, Mirza! ***
Ask your wish, why are you shying tonight
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
Pitch black
Sinking, alone
In my own quicksand
But she didn't know
Her eyes
Shining and pure
The path through the fog
A happy allure
My pain
Quietly goes
I didn't notice
And she didn't know
Green eyes
Lamps to her smile
Her soul shines through them
And dances for miles
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
Few new lamps I have,
Some are richly coloured,
Others are simply plain.
In the dark they are alight,
Sweet aroma is in all their hues,
Each of them softly glows.
The old ones which I had,
All had gone so dimmed & a bit bad,
Now I smile looking at them.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
If I had found a magic lamp in 1982,
And it produced a genie,
As magic lamps are wont to do,
And the genie granted me one wish,
Not three or even two,
I’d have wished to have a daughter –
A daughter just like you.
She’d be the perfect baby, she’d never cry (too loud),
She’d be smart - almost a genius,
My friends would all be wowed!
She’d be a scholar AND an athlete,
She’d stand out in every crowd,
She would win at everything she tried,
And make me very proud!
She be cute just like her Mother,
Blue eyes, and long blond hair,
Though her smile might sometimes cover
A sadness in her heart,
There could never be another,
If the genie did his part.
I don’t believe in genies, the magic lamp I must have missed.
I’ve never found a princess,
In any frog I’ve ever kissed.
But of all the things that I AM proud of,
At the far top of the list,
Is the daughter that I wished for,
Because she DOES exist.
I love YOU, Keri!
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
The ones they crave for,
They the lamps of your eyes,
Writing I am such words.
It could not be treated,
Pain - sweet pain in my heart,
It could not be ceased,
Magic - wonderful magic in your eyes,
Today I bring such a gift for you,
Yes, I write such words.
Keep them in your heart,
From eyes they may not slip,
My poems are so delicate,
Lest they not get ignored by you,
I will keep writing these poems,
Yes, I write such words.
Until they not touch your soul,
My poems will just wander,
They will just remain flowers,
Longing for butterflies you give to me,
Will keep singing them for you,
Yes, I write such words.
The ones they crave for,
They the lamps of your eyes,
Writing I am such words.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC