Homeostasis: A poem 

My tea-stained cup  Leftovers for grub  My incomplete poem  Mediocrity’s lesson  I rue the clouds  Talk to myself aloud  My smile in vain  For loneliness is insane  Happiness is ephemeral  My mood-swings in general  Grief comes from the temporal  Patience is eternal  Consolatory wisdom makes my day  In solitary little walks I make my way Continue reading “Homeostasis: A poem “

Free will and freedom: A poem 

The plot of destiny is not in chance or free will  We only have illusions that actions can have their fill  Initiatives and choices are by circumstance distilled  Hard work may go unrequited; energy may be stilled  The seasons of life are with this humility rife  At the pinnacle of glory, death can strike  AbundanceContinue reading “Free will and freedom: A poem “

Prognosis for the good and just 

In ruthlessness, good becomes obscure  Competition makes everything impure  A life of integrity becomes a rough ride  Innocence, in desquamation, loses its hide  Thus dims the light of spiritual radiance  Defeated by the flagellation of corruption’s variance  Deflowered and soiled are those that are tested  At the hands of the incorrigible powerful vested  Quiet dignityContinue reading “Prognosis for the good and just “

Burn the Union Jack: A poem 

Slay the dragons  Cast their heads in wagons  The sky is flaming red  From the blood of the dead  Their bullets thundered  While our own swords shivered  The loot that was stolen  Have only them emboldened  They want homage to the crown  From the colour brown  They will never apologise  In allegiance to the lies Continue reading “Burn the Union Jack: A poem “

Political correctness: A poem 

It is not wrong to have convictions with compassion  That is each and every individual’s right of ration  Great men are made by the dignity of conviction  Strong ideology and philosophy lead to phenomenal invention  Those who justify political correctness only vindicate  their own tepid hypocrisy and reserve the right to opinionate  It is theContinue reading “Political correctness: A poem “

Poem for the helpless nowhere man 

Darkness again, your spirit hits the turf  where a street side lamp turns your face  to a purple ghost  And you wallow in your pseudo-intellectual  mumbo-jumbo. The last rumination burns  your alcoholed throat  You eye a shopwindow banishing materialism  Yet you cherish your two-layered Costa Rican timepiece  Somewhere in your heart you’re clutching at littleContinue reading “Poem for the helpless nowhere man “