Alas, met with a sudden death
His doctor said in one breath
‘There was no more blood in his alcohol’!
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Tom was too naughty, mischief, his joy
He would slyly passBreak someone’s window glassIt ended when one ‘handled’ the boy!
How I wish to be an eagle
Gazing idly at the world from a distanceTo get lost in the vastness around meIn the stillness of this placeLet me toss away all my caresAnd watch the curls of smokeRising from my snuffed out dreamsAction is now perdition for me,Human company, lacerating pain!Let me whisk away,From the world of din,A few moments of privacyAnd…
Earth shook,
Tectonic plates slipped,Seismic waves gyrated,The Earth’s crust puncturedcrushing life and longings,The roofs came down.Dreams vanished just asair from a punctured balloonThe bread winners of the family, gone,Women and children,belongings and livestock,everything buried alive.In the vortex of fury,nothing is leftexcept,a pile of wrack and ruinTrees uprooted,Everything scatteredlike planets thrown out of orbitsElements fell silentunder searing painNo…
In the Eastern sky spreads an orange tint
Awakening the drowsy, dreaming EarthInviting all to start the New Year in zestOn a world that for hours in darkness layCreeps forth the first efflorescence of lightBeams of sun light percolate through the leavesAnd all that has been hidden comes into sightIn the low lying lands, it is still quite darkBut over the hill, early…
From the jagged summit of the mount
Now I have to climb down this cliffEach slope n’ ridge with utmost careIt makes me shudder from head to footThat a single negligent or faulty stepCan land me in the base of the abyss belowUnnerving me like sailors in a sinking shipIt is so rugged, perilous and slipperyWith narrow, tapering and razor edgesClimbing up…
Youth, having deserted them long ago
Than making the remaining days joyfulSo the octogenarians- Tom and SamTogether formed an intimate leagueEvery day, they would, without failMeet at the country park in the eveningsA ritual, they had religiously followedAnd enjoyed more than anything elseThere they would sit … chatting for hoursSometimes feeding the pigeons that landed in flocksOr watching the children’s mirthful…