Have the laurel or eat the lotus?: Just for laughs 

The workaholic may fancy a progression of work in clockwork precision, but the lotus eater may as well keep time for the welcome ring of the bell that calls time out. It’s for one to judge who’s clockwise between the procrastinator and the one who’s out to beat the clock. What would you rather, theContinue reading “Have the laurel or eat the lotus?: Just for laughs “

Rain, rain go away, or come again?!: Just for laughs 

In Spain, they would say, it rains only in the plains. But now we know it’s El Nino or La Nina. Some may think the rain a pain. Some may call it a blessing. Depending on which part of the globe you’re in. But you can’t change the weather with a wishing.   And ifContinue reading “Rain, rain go away, or come again?!: Just for laughs “

I am older than Methuselah…: A poem 

I am older than Methuselah  I am younger than the future  I can gladly sing: Shalala!  For I always see the bigger picture  I am wiser than Solomon  I don’t get impressed by con  Like Enoch, I converse with the gods  Yet, I am my own master and lord  The devil, to me, is onlyContinue reading “I am older than Methuselah…: A poem “

Teaching the devil his lessons: A poem 

I never had fortune, because he was always opportune  So, I never played his tune…never cast his rune  I waylaid forty-seven, I guerillaed seventy-nine  I know he’ll have to learn his lessons in his own time  Even if my pain does hurt, it is not in vain  The sky is not the limit where IContinue reading “Teaching the devil his lessons: A poem “

Call me Jacob! Call me Yakov! I recall!: A poem 

I am a perennial time traveler  Like a phantom walking stellar  in every heaven’s untainted street  Disguise can’t fool me for what I greet  Like an oyster shut tight, but free,  no waters can assail me with treachery  I didn’t expose my precious, noble butt  to the pederast’s intrusive strut  I am the flame thatContinue reading “Call me Jacob! Call me Yakov! I recall!: A poem “

Won’t lay my crosses down: A poem 

I am worn out, but I won’t lay my crosses down  No! I won’t complain! Won’t have the heaven’s frown  I’ll keep painting the walls of every town  I’ll walk in a straight line, then walk around  There is birth at dawn, and rebirth at sunset  after the long day’s travails, which I vet  AndContinue reading “Won’t lay my crosses down: A poem “

I set off to your gunshot: A poem 

It is no raging curse, but an unforeseen boon  This, my long-haul race with a marble on a spoon  In such grace, even lowly crows can croon  And lions and unicorns can dance and swoon  The crackle of thunder is in the horizon yonder  where there’s blood in dew, and squares are rounder  A sprinklingContinue reading “I set off to your gunshot: A poem “