Where have you gone little boy
with the dark curly hair
and the skinny body.
I used to see you run and play
and chase lightning bugs and baseballs.
Where have you gone little boy
with the sparkle in your eyes
and the giggle when you chased the butterflies.
Where is the laughter that came with practical jokes
and flowers picked by the side of the road to
surprise your mother as she met you at the door.
That little boy is still close by
only now he sits in his overstuffed chair
and dozes in the warm spring air
No longer chasing butterflies and baseballs
but contenting himself to watch foolish things on
that idiot box.
Why don't you come out and play little boy
Life is not much fun, when there is no one to play with.
Categories:
idiot box, childhood, happiness, nostalgia, giggle,
Form: Free verse
loneliness is a gift,
to people when they are in search for companionship:
and 'death' when they just need to be lonely.
crushing hours that seem like eternity
images of the horrid past hover like bees,
buzzing silently,but stinging..
the whole world is shut by the four walls;
the idiot box,pen,paper and nightmares are all that are left,
and the shrieking tick-tock of the clock:
reminds that
"time is moving on",
It waits for none..but glances
laughs at the weeping souls
that longs to forget the defiance and deceit of life.
Emotions play in the garden of our heart
Like orphans,
And laughter seems to betray holy thoughts
soon its gone like a whirlwind;
Teaching us the most important lesson
'Nothing lasts forever'
So buckle up;fake it all
And someday you'll wake up to find
Everything is true....
and its good...
Categories:
idiot box, philosophy
Form: I do not know?
I have seen the light, the clarity of day
blazed white a cosmic causeway
to sub-cortex target secreted behind
this idiot-box of a clouded mind.
Blind miracle sight of exploding stars
cuts gridlock universe into scars
which heal impassive psychic seas,
serum cured dark disease.
All I see is all I know,
enigma stripped in loving glow,
in naked beauty, precognition
revealed a slam-dunk nuclear fission.
I palpitate for this is real,
the way you are, the way I feel;
enigma variant, final proof
crystallised to pin-sharp truth.
My object of undying love.
Your cipher broken.
Cracked.
Categories:
idiot box, life, love, mystery, universe,
Form: Verse