Is love a mere thought?: A poem 

Is love a mere thought?  Where do you feel it? Where is it fraught?  Is there a creation in blood and genes?  Is it more than a quantitude of imagination breaking all seams?  We may be vulnerable to fancy, fetish and infatuation  And there is a craving beyond imagination  But have you discerned between companion and soulmate?  Would you just be resigned to aContinue reading “Is love a mere thought?: A poem “

Am I in a box of quantum strangeness?: A poem 

Am I in a box of quantum of strangeness?  The Supreme knows his microcosmic fix  The largest of us may amass the least  There are countless possibilities that make the tiniest’s feast  And the Supreme steps out to make destiny  There is a brink of destruction and there is an expanding corporeal seam  God is a superposition like an impossiblyContinue reading “Am I in a box of quantum strangeness?: A poem “

My Phoenix, my trump of love: A poem 

The years may have taken a few things apart  but not the soul of love and the heart  There is no precipice in that belief  but an expanse that its truth beckons  every time that this love is remembered  Spirit knows how it can be reinvigorated  I can hear a pitter patter of paws  running all overContinue reading “My Phoenix, my trump of love: A poem “

O Mother, O Dad, I assure you, eternity has a design: A poem 

I had to orbit you  and you had to orbit me  Providence couldn’t have it any other way  over all those lifetimes of endearing truths.  I can break into a million bits  thinking how the snapping of a thread can fit?  Yet, we may think ambiguity and doubt  but the fountain resources itself  There are strings thatContinue reading “O Mother, O Dad, I assure you, eternity has a design: A poem “

The puppet tugging at destiny: A poem 

I woke up amid  the strings of the universe  and felt like a puppet.  How should I never take a bow  between two ends?  And feel the means is God  wedded to a cause  because He is universal subordination and vulnerability  And my legs stretched  and my arms did too  and I spun and pirouetted much more thanContinue reading “The puppet tugging at destiny: A poem “

A little wish for a big change: A poem 

I have walked so far into the desert  that I have known only suffering and aloneness  having to fend for myself against much cruelty  without recourse to anything or anyone  What did I distance myself from  that every tread of mine was hijacked by evil  trying to lead against the skewed beliefs of the civilised world  who couldn’t free themselves ofContinue reading “A little wish for a big change: A poem “

My street has no name, but cobblestones of fame: A poem 

I have kept my talents in the attic of existence  would their revival now, take them out of obscurity  I can see a little of them stranded on the window seat of a blogsite  Sometimes, a little wistful smile from seeing them in black and white  I know I can say I am a streetContinue reading “My street has no name, but cobblestones of fame: A poem “

My cave’s walls have hand imprints: A poem 

You can’t blame me for being self-obsessed  as I have been compelled to live within myself  My window only opens inward  Even my universe-large love and loyalty  are only a little shrouded cocoon  never wanting to be exposed  never wanting to manifest in chrysalis  You can see, evil reads my mind  it wants the innards of my truth madeContinue reading “My cave’s walls have hand imprints: A poem “

Magic is sublimity, not victory: A poem 

If you have strength of belief,  faith always comes full circle  knowing that it never lost its way  And you are the three-legged triskelion  rotating the wheel of eternity  But this sprint of sustenance  makes the circumference, like the centre  non-dimensional, not three-dimensional  Even though, I am parted like an arena  facing myself as my own rivalContinue reading “Magic is sublimity, not victory: A poem “

What would you, please…?: A poem 

I can tell you that there can be darkness  in a hallway with all the lights on  That you can feel ever so confident  of your step, and still be blind  That the universe of your aspirations  only displays your utter poverty  That you may have been a veteran thespian  but still never have actedContinue reading “What would you, please…?: A poem “