with a soft smile in her face
and apologetic eyes
so many words
creep in
you might think
she can not take the load
or she might think
that poetry will not work
if any one of them is
even half true
my life is dashed
I am ruined
As she is none but my wife
And you know
Poetry is my life
the joy and light of my heart
But the hope at last
Comes from my little son
He tells me
That his mom
When I am away
Secretly reads my all poems
Nothing has been brokenStill I hear a sound of cracking.Being dog tired and bog downI lay down hard myselfStill and motionlessYet to my great surpriseI can see the red flamesWith all my closed eyes.I jerk to empty my headAnd closed all the doors to forgetYet to my sheer surpriseI sense in my sound sleepSome ones…
On a canvasPaints a pictureWith closed eyesIn flashed imagesWhat he sees.RegardlessOf CultureAnd locationHe perceivesPent up FeelingsIn the same wayAlmost similarIn meaningBy doodlingIn the formOf a pictureAnd unveilsA world ofWonderBy paintingWith closed eyesIn flashed imagesWhat he sees.
Bees buzz around.
on my foreheadpeckson my cheeksI got when I was a wind-bud of innocenceone by one the drops of rainblown awayby the bankrupt windthe full pantdrew a lot of curiosity and criticism: whenI was looking at the watchit laughed,the tide lashed out,now I find myself thrown outunder crook and clumsy seductive adolescence.Head downStraight paths turn into…
The third poem made me a poet,The fourth gave me a name and fame.The fifth poem fetched me a fabulous fantasyThe sixth one was a striving struggle for perfect beauty.The seventh poem conceived the heaven’s serenity,The eighth one gave me a fly,The ninth poem lifted me in the sky.The tenth poem turned a touchstoneWhatever I…
Won’t go and burn in the fire of hellinstead that mortal will have to reborn againWith feet of four or no foot at allBut to my surprise in this worldThe population keeps increasingThough the crime rate is too highSucking off the poets’ favorite theoryOf past life, rebirth and incarnation.
