Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Spring is here again
Spring is here again
and the flowers are blooming
The butterflies are out on their wings
and it tempts my wretched heart
to see the butterflies sway
in the fragrance of the early bloom
How I wish I were a butterfly
I would flutter far and wide
and happily amongst the blossoms glide
intoxicate myself in hypnotic embrace
of the charming beauty vastly spread
the pleasing glory of the spring
the majestic queen of all seasons
when butterflies dance and birds sing
Sunday, April 10, 2011
My bundle of joy
The tiny hands
that once rocked the cradle
to my joy and laughter
The softened voice
that now calls me apa
and quizzes me
with queer queries
The restive toddler
clutching on to me
like a shadow
tagging along
at my heels
everywhere
The cheerful face
that hails my return home
every time
in elation
in elation
expecting
gratifications to relish
gratifications to relish
The truant
playing many tricks
and pranks
heightening the mother’s
bollocking
are the laps
down the memory lane
down the memory lane
run by the apple of my eyes,
my bundle of joy
my joy for ever
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
nightly loneliness
like the sun
setting
on the yonder horizon
I do not mind
the setting sun
i know
i know
it shall rise again
tomorrow
ushering in another dawn
another day
but
but
I fear
the silence
the silence
of the strange night
the engulfing darkness
that is tearing me
Can I survive the night
Can I make it
through
the darkness
through
the darkness
without you
all alone
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Reflections
A six-year-old HIV-positive child named Along lives all alone in his rundown home in Nieucheping village of Liuzhou city in Southwest China's Guangxi Zhuang after both his parents died from the deadly virus. He receives 70 yuan of subsistence allowance per month from the local civil bureau and periodical material supplies from kindhearted people. Other times, he has been collecting wood to support himself. Source (including photos): English.sina.com
I was so touched with grief that it prompted the following lines of haiku. May god bless the boy or death take him away too.
at tender six years
burdened to make his ends meet
toils he day and night
lonesome and gamesome
unawares of impending death
boy, ball and shadow
In an unkind world
Love and affection unknown
mere walking shadow
Silence for a friend
Loneliness and fear his guests
Living silhouette
Light darkening fast
Surviving sans a future
Cruel and unfair world
Rose nipped ere its bloom
Despair hopes and lost future
Cant death take him away?
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Cold mist
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Fallen flower
just yesterday
It got on
in all efflorescence
freshness of hues
majestic shades
glorified radiance
sweet fragrance
of a full bloom
blinding onlookers
in beauty, that spoke
many languages
Alas
its fallen today
its fallen today
in the dust
amidst rotting foliage
desolate
discarded
discarded
a shrinking piece
blazing grey
beauty dwindling
beauty dwindling
to be trampled
to nothingness
life ebbing away
only silence speaks
sans words
the lost colour of life
Ah
nothing holds till eternity
nothing holds till eternity
save the memories
and memories are intoxicating at times
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Wrath of angry Gods
crashed all lines
untold
all hell broke loose,
ere the eyes winked
the water
thicker than blood
swept through homes
its tentacles
soaring
touched the skies
engulfing buildings
cars, trains, lives
everything
giant fireballs rose
into the face of death
into the face of death
birds fled from their trees
but not humans
devoid of any escape
sought safety on rooftops
waved white scarves in vain
as houses swayed and tumbled
like castles of sand
cars floated on roof tops
ships overturned like toys
into the sea,
never to be seen again
the world watched
the whirlpool of destruction
in horror
helplessly
in horror
helplessly
stunned, shaken
the blows of death
was never more cruel
was never more cruel
never more menacing
huh
the waves have rolled back
lifeless rubble remain
cars and planes strewn
the debris of destruction
only the oblivious silence looms
Grief stricken sights
all around
of
all around
of
broken dreams
shattered lives
fallen tears
of a once beautiful world
crumbled
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