Learn

•March 10, 2007 • 2 Comments

They didn’t learn
When they had to
I didn’t teach
Though I could do

I see them struggle
Yet do not help
They have to learn
So they don’t yelp

Baseless excuses
They’ll never learn
Without knowledge
Anonymously they’d burn

Seeking knowledge
Unless for a cause
Cannot be free
Did I say it was

I know I would
Eventually do share
Ungrateful they are
Stripped my mind bare

I didn’t learn
When I had to
They did teach
Asked me to go

Crosses

•March 10, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Crosses you have to carry
The day your body and soul marry
Share your love you may
Crosses you just can’t keep away

Fools never heaven’s path gained
Brethren of hate in hell remained
Temptation and sin a vicious circle this
Once in it life’s gone amiss

Crosses from four generations
Through life’s ten thousand and one stations
No respite from manna heavenly
In times like this you know you’re lonely

Your soul cries in Moorish unison
This pain in life without any reason
With a cry you’re born, amidst cries you go
This earthly life one day you’ll forego

Your crosses will your soul carry
To a new body it’ll marry
In endless lifecycles will it journey
Till the universal voice says “come to me”

To a year gone by

•March 10, 2007 • 2 Comments

Time Flies
One year goes by
Lot has changed
Lots remained the same

The body has moved on
The heart has stayed behind
The soul’s scarred forever
The person I know has died

In my mind the memories remain
That instant like yesterday it seems
Whose fault it was I know not
Just me left alone I know

Lonely in a mad and heathen world
With no arms to lie
Feel like forgetting and moving on
Want to do it, but all I do is try

Lost in this worldly maze
Coming to terms am I
As I await a future uncertain
This one’s dedicated to the year gone by

A fallen soul

•March 10, 2007 • Leave a Comment

A fallen soul in motion
In a worldly ocean
Maneuvering through a maze
With an unholy gaze

The deafening silence of words
Amidst flirting bees and birds
Disaster stricken moronic souls
Exorcising their favorite ghosts and ghouls

Like maggots on decay feeding
An unholy solemn soul is breeding
Materialistic gangrene’s serial killings
Lustful libido’s sexual healing

Thus far in sacrilegious fondling
Lust in flesh and blood dangling
Purity and morality forbidden fruits
This soul embraces the way of brutes

Behind this successful man, there is a…

•March 10, 2007 • Leave a Comment

A young man at 21
Learning the ropes of life
Saw her the first time and she looked oh so fine
Eyed by all but I knew she was mine

Time passed and years went by
My meetings with her never ceased
Departing was never so easy
We were so much in love

She was so receptive to me
That I couldn’t complain
All I wanted was
Her, to be mine forever

My days happy with her
Every night lonelier than the previous one
I was sad she couldn’t come home
To be with me always

Seven years and the inevitable happened
Circumstances tore us apart
Heartbroken and all forlorn
I awaited her return

Then she was back
This time hotter than thou
I could now take her home everyday
The toast to my success, she was finally here to stay.

The Book

•March 10, 2007 • Leave a Comment

I began a book
With characters a many
Gave them great characterizations
And a right to thought and progeny

With love and hate
And all emotions in between
Relationships and behaviors
Histrionics which ne’er was seen

Characters so diverse
With the good, bad and the ugly
Original situations that none could conceive
I looked at my creation smugly

Each one a pocket book I handed
To contribute their own new story
Pen down their experiences
Of their lifetimes happy, sad or gory

Enrich my book was all I wanted
The zest for experiences the only mission
Saddened I have been after all these eons
The characters I created have forgotten their vision

Here I wait with my book incomplete
Silently watching my characters go astray
Hoping helplessly that they find their vision
Sadly, I’m timeless and just can’t walk away

When loneliness beholds

•March 10, 2007 • Leave a Comment

When life gets so lonely
And there’s nowhere to go
There’s one place I’d go finally
A place I’d never want to know

The desire to live no longer important
The crutches of life so indefinitely dependent
Conceiving of passion so immaculately impotent
Joys are no longer resplendent

Another day and a new story untold
Life today is negligible
No sensations, no feelings unfold
This body a new vegetable

The curse of life still picture perfect
Heart and mind in loneliness beholds
Who says the lonely are imperfect
Into a mutant body this soul moulds

From Old to new

•March 10, 2007 • Leave a Comment

So many days are now gone
Thoughts of you yet not none
From peaceful slumber I awaken
Stolen kisses in dreams are taken

Memories are sad yet secretly sweet
Where reality and fantasy unabashedly meet
Preying on each other for sustenance
Your thoughts manifested in abundance

Long walks on those far reaches
Footprints left behind on moonlit beaches
The whispering waves they tell a story
Of the lonely traveler now gone weary

The dew laden leaves breathe life anew
Like heaven sent life giving brew
In renewed freshness a lesson to learn
No longer in loneliness to burn

New found life silently blazes
The negative emotions of yore it razes
The seeds of happiness have just been sown
This life from old to new it’s grown

Tagged and Tangled

•January 23, 2006 • Leave a Comment

Star gazing by the sea
While splashing at the water
Sitting all by myself
With memories of being beside her

Awed by the splendor
Of the tantalizing deep blue sky
The night sky all magnificently lit
As a random shooting star streaks by

The sound of the wind rustled leaves
The rocks meet the cacophonic waves as they come by
Together they hum a somber tune
Of soulful mutterings as I lie

The full moon it lights up the sand
With a precision that’s robot like
Me and my loneliness
Find companions who are a lot alike

Walking on the moonlit sands
Picking up seaweeds that look like grapes
While the crustaceans scamper back into their homes
On the backdrop of the moon’s reflection that the sea it apes

The whole ambience like a visual blow job
Fills my being with a multitude of pleasures
Thanking the power above
For these moments that’ll be unforgettable treasures

This Tag has been done
From the words that were sieved
This creative mix of words
Into a poem has been weaved

On a journey back home

•April 14, 2002 • Leave a Comment

Been a long arduous journey
From a place not mine
Coming back home tonight
As I hope things are fine

Years have gone by
Since the time I’ve been away
The trees from the verandah
Little higher they sway

The face of the street changed
Now with a new name
Those forlorn walks I’ve had
Are passé for my new found fame

The memories still vivid
Of the time I was here
All those playful noises
While we had nothing to fear

Newer faces greet me
As I walk through the door
Their doe eyed innocence
With aspirations for more

The padre still remembers me
For the mischief monger I’ve been
To their love I’ll always be indebted
They’re the only family I’ve ever seen