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What thicket caused his tears?  What deluge roused his fears?  Did he have a history of cheer?  Did he travel far and wide or near?  How sick was he when he passed?  Was rancour his breath till the last?  Did he cower helplessly in winter’s blast?  Or revel in spring’s endearing cast?  How many and whomContinue reading “At a gravestone: A poem “

Does hurt heave an angry soul?  Does anguish leave the bitter old?  When fate rubs salt on wounds that are raw  but you are calm, it’s an act deserving awe  When love breaks you, like it makes you  And you begin to think nothing is true  Can tears take away the tide of grief?  They mayContinue reading “An ostrich or a lion?: A poem “

The wind wraps around my naked ankles  Not the waves, they have seaweed in tangles  I crunch the sands with toes, inhale a puff  I am counting the days of seasons, it can be rough  I take another whiff of the cigarette, blow it out  I see the dogs play with the tide, racing inContinue reading “I am O so tender!: A poem “

There is a scorpion in the sky  It is shining all the time  You think it’s glory, but it is gory  And your illusion is your worry  There is a crab on reflected light  It is dark, but it seems white  And it shines all through the night  You’d rather have it out of sight Continue reading “Four folds in the sky: A poem “

The sunflowers with each golden yoke  above the tall green grass, the light soak  Moments are spare, but I am aware  That time is fleet and night will stare  Let the watery poison moon at my window glance  When the clouds of dusk gather, petunias will still dance  Even so sleepless like a cat, myContinue reading “Day and night: A poem “

The clawy crab is in the room  when the fishy fish is off the spoon  And either can spell the doom  of the elements above the pool  The New Age could be con for soup  of the spurious bride behind the groom  The crone masked in a bloom  She could be coming too soon  ThisContinue reading “The moon and the two ends: A poem “

At the table is a fable with the chair of a smile  that the dinner of grief shouldn’t unsettle the bile  Dignity’s gable in the stable of even rank and file  The walls could be too high, but not too high for the stile  In the shower is the plougher with no room for rancour Continue reading “In a life with a shine: A poem “