Haiku

Unruly thoughts

for all its worth

No failing words

Cherry blossoms

Spring is here

Cherry blossoms prosper

in careless softer pink

Buds unfurl

Newness burst

So momentous

miseries abandoned

Joyfulness abound

Bees frolic

butterflies dance

In ways of the nature

I hunt for words

to seize the moment

for this spring awakening

Poems

Moods sway
Thoughts fade
Words wither
Only poems last

Melancholy

wild thoughts

flooding emotions

invading  vents

deluging

silent innuendos

words linger

devoid of utterance

lacking verses
Peeling dreams

Haiku

We meet to depart
we depart to meet again
Hasta la vista

Bitter but better

Fighting it off ain’t easy

Can’t get you to change your thinking

shall alter my dreams instead

Throw it in the trashes

Ere the bruise deepens

Ere the dust settles

bitter though
yet all the better
for this imperfect heart

in my thoughts

The sun crosses the skyline

Darkness  descends

A wind blows past

The light flickers

The birdsong dies

Everything leaves

Only you stay

in my thoughts

Esker Realities

Betwixt

the alluring dreams

and the pressing realities

life sways precariously

in volatility

Darkened by inhibitions

of confusions and betrayals

Speed breaking bumps

pull me down

through potholed paths.

Life hangs on a tether

of callous emotions

and pervading thoughts

discarded and dissolved

in expensive smiles

and frozen tears.

Souls drudging

to shallow emptiness

and yet I must sync

my mental state of being

I climb up, step by step

enticed by the dreams

Bound by the realities

Pacing my karmic stride

to esker realities

poetic graffitti

The pen gazes

at the sheet

plain and bare

stray thoughts loom

as I brood to write

the line squiggles

thoughts wander

ceasing oftentimes

capricious
wayward

I mull over

all over

the muse at large

I doodle

Rue

Teardrops in the eyes
Nothing but a fallen heart
What more is there?

Outlander

Anonymity is my garb

Vagabond my personage

Faceless is my being

Outlander my name

mysterious are my ways

in guise of curiosities

and  heartless facades

Like a passing shadow

I am doomed to fade

cannot  unmask the mask

cannot star gaze your hopes

banish me to vanish

if ever I mar your dreams

blithe life

Smiles

Sweet

and serene

enraptures

blithe life

in blissful

solitude

resounds

symphony

to the heart

in silence of

puckered emotions

Flame at the wick

Let disputes die

Disasters perish

Coldness calm down

May luck transcend

Good vibes follow

and joyful aura

For every streak

A flaming spark

Lighten the trails

May dreams see

darkness subdued

and radiance gleam

And all through

May the flame at the wick

flare and flourish

unwavered

unknown

the silhouette
knows not
the clouds floating
near
and yet afar
and I
a bystander
look on
 

Geriatric

Gout torment  the geriatric

leaning on his walking stick

strained by a tottering pace

his back bent with years spent

the grey locks has its tales to tell

and the wrinkles on the brow

his shadow is a mere specter

of the frail frame he wears

bereft with the failing senses

he dodders on in senility

reminiscent of his salad days

beckoning from the yesteryear

He treads on his final leg

down the life’s last lane