"aloysius" poems
It was June and not summer,
Splashy, muddy, slimy,
wind-kissing roads of Chennai in sight,
I hear, "Jennifer, Jennifer."
Aloysius' wife answers in.
Break - in the movie, I sip my coffee.
Water was rising in the southernmost state of India,
Destruction or development,
Recovery or renovation,
Right words struggled to meet right arms,
Jennifer and Aloysius buffered in the background,
House I was not in was sinking.
I stopped watching snowflakes in the Americas,
Wished for a sun-feast in Kerala,
I lapsed to places sitting at the window pane,
Netflix didn't help the cultural fix.
here, thoughts succumbed, coffee mug dried up.
While uninvited ants,
swept my coffee off the sugarcoat...
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC
See me where
the palms scrape the skies,
where the exquisiteness of life
cannot be deprived of
Sense me between
the sheet s of dampness
Love & adore me in the
hot waves of
a midsummer gust
I want you around
I want you here & there
forever
meet me in an ecstasy
where we can
spend our time together
Saumya Aloysius
[email protected]
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
As much as we argue
As much as we fight
We always turn it around by the end of the night
I really do love you
I really do care
I really hope you will always be there
Saumya Aloysius
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
You’ve always been
My gorgeous queen
And you’ve always been
The loveliest woman
I have ever seen
For me you are
My life’s celebrity
You’re the one
Who got me this far
You’ll every time be
The one who makes me blessed
And you’ll always be
The impeccable life companion for me
And you’ve made mine full
Happy birthday
My dearest Pras
Saumya Aloysius
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 10:03 AM UTC
so cold
exterior bold
rumours told
secrets unfold
lies sold
hidden behind a thick mould
skin glistening like honey and gold
a man who reads
carrying a face never been read before
boring eyes
running on lies
under charm's disguise
empty room echoes lonesome cries
the only time he really dies
arbitrary lover of oscar wilde
broken ships and sunken ties
a man made of melodies
whose words are not able to harmonize
dishevelled curls and defeated smile
towards love and affection, very hostile
running on drugs to escape into exile
enclosed diaries capturing alternate lifestyles
treasured on the corner aisle
soul left in fair isle
a kind of quiet so worthwhile
a man who laughed at his mother's death
misunderstood in being a person so vile.
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC
You blow
Sweeping away
The dead leaves
And
Memories;
Sweet and bitter,
Off
Making both
Nature and I
Despondent
Allowing
The Sunlight
To soak up
The wet
Making
The land
A wasteland
Beasts running
Behind mirage
In quest of
Water until
Die
No more
Rainy clouds, buds
And bees
No happiness
But
The barrenness
SAUMYA ALOYSIUS
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
My love for you is
like the violent sea
So powerful & deep
it will forever be
Through gale, wind &
heavy rain
It will hold our
every pain
Our hearts are
so pure & sweet
I love you more
with every heartbeat
- Saumya Aloysius
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 12:17 AM UTC
Reading ten incisive and astute poems in a row
I look around to see if I can join in that parade.
I wear my 20-20 glasses in order to observe
The indelible accomplishments around me;
But all I see is Major Quincy Bilbo Hum
Always followed close behind by
Gunny Sargent Aloysius Drum.
The recruitment center seems to be shut down
So I’ll just write a letter to my mom instead.
ljm
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 11:26 AM UTC