03-2009

You see....... sometimes in my quiet moments
I close my eyes and allow my thoughts to communicate with nature

A language relative to that of a Roller Coaster ride
Wild ,exciting, filled with spontaneity but still driven with tactful sanity to
keep you on track

Even though the turns may appear or seem too risky !
Mama always told me "You mould your destiny, i only suggested a path"

But yet I've lived to see and feel life's wrath
So....I'm gonna say to you
" i suggested a solution, you do the math"

love Is........?

As peaceful as tidal waves splashing gently against a rugged boat
Rocking to the rhythm of the afternoon breeze; impregnated with nature's infinite invisible anatomy
Explosive to attentive ears, leaping to ear drums, turning a tuneful key of tranquility

At sunset; the sun kisses the sea leaving orange shimmers on her cheek.... wearing a permanent mark
Like that of lipstick which at night fades but..... never disappears

As natural as day
As natural as a kiss to calm neurotic nightmares
As natural as a mother's care

Can we love like this?

Lips brushed, slightly parted to suck breaths of bubbling anxiety
clouding suspense of what's yet in store
jittering eyes, trembling hands, sailing souls
Hugging noses and bodies......... sweetly sore

Physical.....isn't it?

But.........what is love?

Love stirs and lifts the core
the core of thought and honesty

buries wrong and surface right
chemistry claps and fault, eternally, naps
showers rainbow colours of subliminal insight

Can i love?

Maybe i can kiss and be kissed
Smile and be humored
Sing and be serenaded

Touch and be......

I've grown cold; fearless and bold
Assertive and narcissistic
True love? I am optimistic


You said " I love you"
those words I've longed to hear
but withered in wait, sunk in restlessness and
died in hope

You said "I love you"
But the responsive remains ....swept from the dusty roads, gathered from seasonal winds and
scooped from a parched soul.... is not enough to even thank you for bold-ness or kind-ness or
simply for..... loving me

This is not the desired twist of things
but this is my position and the burden of what this confession
....your confession brings

Can i love?

Mustered reaction now washed to shore
To hold and calm your shaking hands
and thaw your frozen thoughts
This..... is all i can offer
This...... and..... nothing more

Another day...

Tainted air swept my nostrils but not enough to devour the aroma of flavoured ice-cream
Diagonal in view.. sat an old East Indian woman possessing eyes the size of a silver headed thumb tack and as hollow as an ant- infested tree trunk.

She tugged at her receded black hair whilst her lips raced, silently.... a small way of releasing her troubles colliding with and out-numbering the characters in this lively yet gloomy afternoon scene

I felt claustrophobic and ill

My focus now, on another woman whose "behind" fell to her seat...like a ripe fruit from a tree.
Her thin, wrinkled body clad in a flimsy dress and hair,coarse grey, braided and entwined with brown streaks of thread hanging from a wide rimmed hat appearing from the 17th century! . The hat moved as her mouth danced up and down, round and round, oozing "spit-icle" which accumulated at the side of her lip less mouth. A timely, barely dental exercise on each bite on a buttered- mini sandwich.

Characters dainty, bold and others plain presumptuous!! Expressions dribbled generously from their eyes and painted brightly on their faces...

An observant character, however, clad in navy blue sat quietly inhaling a scenery of unique souls. None acknowledging her presence; most of whom not aware that's she's even there!!

But she's real enough to know that this moment cannot be rein acted, relived or replayed.

like the hours, like the moons, like the seasons
their memories will fade

Forgetting....
.... or simply not knowing that
.....this moment was made....

Moon Gazer

I sat and thought of times we had
You know.......us three!
Gathered thoughts on talks we had whilst blissful to her influencial degree

Tonight she stands most bold and bright as passing clouds swayed along,
they too, in trance to her sensual song
One may ask " why do you glare at her?"
A question not even i can provide a suitable answer

Altered lives with unblemished perfection
Thrust through souls and induced an incurable infection
My place, however, is not to wear your thoughts on known facts about your moon
She has you for three nights!!
I'm infected even at noon

Leonidas you can win this fight!!!

But what i really wanted to say is
"Redeem yourself and
have a long daggering night!"

This is my poem

I stand before you not as my noted profession but as a student
You see, there's still a word, a phrase, a sentence yet to be manipulated
A thread yet to be untangled
A cloth yet to be designed
A person yet to touched
A seed yet to be sowed

...................this is my poem..........

I stand before you forceful but humble
Your collective energy makes my job easy
My material undresses my emotions
What i feel, my thoughts unreel
......................................................................
Though my words maybe like a head of hair
A head of hard, natural hair
Through every sound, gesture......s-t-r-e-t-c-h of my tone
I'll define each strand just to fulfil your demand

...................this is my poem................

Tables turned; let me teach you
lend me your hand.......your mind's hand
so that i can lure you melodiously, eloquently

Take me in........every part of me
like the sweet scent of perfume, like ice-cream, like chicken supreme
like your favourite dish, like a blissful dream

Untie those hands..........let stress and frustration sink
................i want you to think...............

Lend me your hand...........your mind's hand
Trust in mine to hold and to guide
And clap to the beat of my music
All of you, not just a few

..............this is my poem.....................

There's no compromise
this is why i comprise !!
i can feel it
it's gigantic, it's energetic ,it's electric, it's prophetic, it's psychic, it's poetic, it's pragmatic
A PANDEMIC
Not to inhibit and infect but to create a whole new mindset


I can feel it........I can feel it
I ask for nothing more in return but your hands
Your mind's hands
......................THIS IS MY POEM...............

You Are!!

Why am i constantly reminded of you?

Why am i assiduously seeking your influence?

Why do i feel like a leech?

Sucking up every last drop of what you willingly "pour out"

your heart wine

Your thoughts bread

Your words bitter-sweet

Vital ingredients of a recipe which, when eaten, lingers a perpetual taste of truth and introspection
None of which i can live without

Forgive me for my idiosyncrasies

like you, i too, need to shatter the walls built to shield crucial criticism


like you, i too, need to hold my own banner boldly defining my purpose and my place

like you, i too, need to 'dig' within and dust the dirt off the treasure, i know exists

like you, i too, need to claim what's mine with clenched fists

like you, i too, need to re route from the road of pessimism

like you, i too, need to avoid doubt's sinking sand



I beg of you to hold your faith

You'll always have my loyalty

I just need your hand