A Space for Reflections and Musings
Ploughing words onto a lit white screen Hitting erase after every keystroke forward Unmoving, the first line stares Like a fort perched on a mountain top And the moat of doubt twenty leagues wide Do you turn around or keep standing? Night becomes day and day turns to dusk, The coffee on your table reheated... Continue Reading →
Platitudes on mountain corpses still Smoke from abandoned window sills Pay reverence to wallowing souls in pity Tainted winds over fields of white lily. Design to resurrect dragon flowers of old From the breasts of a scarred lonely cuckold Denigrated children scamper in wild games As the city lavishes in rustic Avarice's flames. ... Continue Reading →
So, I went shopping today, Surprised? So was I, but let me say If I may, that it was quite good! To lift my soles and sway as I stood, As I stood on tiptoe and I thought Why I need to be with clothes fraught, For all the fights I have fought Have been... Continue Reading →
And so the apple fell On an unsuspecting head, From a tree quite tall And a force quite hard. Little did it know, It would be a revelation, Provoking the head's potency Instead of delving it into Another starry eyed reverie. The head squirmed and turned, Found the culprit red apple, Where a normal head... Continue Reading →
I sought Master Oogway, I sought Miss Hemingway, Shall I shave my beard? Shall I get geared? "Lose it."- she answered, "No way in hell"- Oogway cried, Up to the judge then, Mr. Stark egged "Why not friend?" Attired for the leap, A triple blade in my grip, Lather to and fro well, A deep... Continue Reading →
Let me soak myself in the pouring rain, For I cannot tell the night from morn, For I am soul-drenched in Poesy's pain, So let the clouds with time's beads adorn My dusky forehead's flickering beacon My quivering palm's misty resolve My urn's sodden stone's isolation And thus my ink in time dissolve; So let... Continue Reading →
Halt! O Ralph, you poor little lamb! Do not ignore your love for the iamb, Do not trespass into that cursed world, Undulate your fate with comfort, Find in an illusionary resplendent world Your silken sheet adorning a dearth Of famed ancient rhymes and forms Piled into ballads and sonnets in dark dorms In sullied,... Continue Reading →
Mangled you may be my dear friend; Lost in a flurry of smoke and barrel, Riding a stallion sans a saddle, Glancing fervently at warm love’s end Pondering what the midnight songs portend Pondering why times your joys addle And why is life such a bloody gamble And so, my friend, you drink disheartened; But... Continue Reading →
Time is a witness to all our follies, Ticking like the clanging of raging swords, Judge of the valiant among waging hordes, The poet from quiescent, mute valleys, A rigmarole in vivacious narrow alleys, The jester in regal crystal courts Supine monarchs in gold breeches it abhors And unleashes a fury - Harsh and cold... Continue Reading →
Poetry sings in all men in this world, Like wine flowing through a stream sublime, Showing us a world from another time, Unfettered, weathered wings of dreams unfurled; Indulgence in our passion is not a crime To yield to love is worth no King's dime, To cover one's soul is akin to a worm curled... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 