Motherly Love and Frowns
Treading down the memory lane streams to my mind
memories from far yet near, some sweet, some sour,
memories preciously shelved in the precincts of my inner sanctum;
so sweet were the mindful motherly hugs of love
like the embrace of a divine angel
so serene soft and self-assuring her smiles
like the spring selfless sunshine
so delicious her warm kisses on the forehead
that no other feel can replace,
yet interspersed at times with some harsh words
for playing hide and seek on the sideway street;
so soft was the caress of her hands on the cheeks
that not even a beloved can bestow
so cool and compassionate her cuddly care
no considerate nurse can dispense
so pleasing to rest on her merciful knees
more so after a hectic day`s fatigue,
yet interposed often times with some scowls
for dusting my clothing or getting home late after cycle rides;
In afterthought, her love and frowns have made me the man I am.
The tap and the sink had a brawl
(the pair being stuck to the wall)
the cold tap smashed the sink
with a crash and a plink;
serenely watched by the pee stall.
Interposed did tap’s buddy, drain,
(who held up the sink with a strain.)
Dear sink is in pieces;
her value decreases;
she once was so smart and urbane!
The trill of the Nightingale
Reminded me of sleep—
As my mind began its wandering
Through a vale of downy sweep.
And I became a Poet,
In my imagistic style—
Sharing tea with Emily,
If only for awhile.
Then the stars became as diamonds,
A billion-one, or two—
As I became a richer man,
If only for the view.
Till there interposed a Meadowlark,
As Emily would say—
My mind no longer wandering,
As began a snowless day!
She knew of all the finer things,
Like candlelight, and snow—
And she knew of love, the people say,
Albeit long ago.
She was rather fond of moonlight,
But of long-stemmed roses, too—
She was likewise fond of autumn,
And its turn of shade, and hue.
She was predisposed to wonder
At the butterfly, and bee—
Till interposed the winter wind,
And then eternity.
And since, she is remembered,
When the autumn breezes blow—
For she knew of love, the people say...
Albeit long ago.
Passing through the cynosure valley and everywhere I turn, these ancient shadows appear ~
Conspicuous their manifesting themselves within any which way they choose....
Domained silhouettes, smiling as they approach myself; indents myriad of resolute views
Life, death, joy, pain, a million things, with as many voices amid this germane state!?
To confiscate, their reciprocals moment in interposed confusions, dance and sway
Quasis phantasms of resonant apparitions these eyes, fixated as they gaze
Upon a brand new day wherein dogma has lost its say; yesteryears obversive shadows....
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....“Passing, Through the Valley In Ancient Dreams” *
Life is imposed
By a great power, we suppose
Not something we chose
Just a thing we compose
Petals shrivel the rose
Blood runs down the nose
Gravity on all things is imposed
And eventually we are all deposed
And unlike the ones who arose
At the end of it all, we will remain forever disposed
Put away in an endless doze
Life, Death, Solitude and Resurrection.
But as the material decomposes
To our real selves we are interposed
Dressed in our spiritual clothes
A life this time we truly chose
And as the fleshy part is inherited by crows
We will be elsewhere, with nothing to oppose
No sin, because it is unnecessary
No kin, a new hierarchy
No one to ignore us
None to bore us
Only a rejuvenating vibration
In a new life, our true incarnation
He loved her, protected her
She loved him, honored him
But you separated their kinds
Their species, their only human cell
Their love that grew wider
You destroyed it by your only filthy hands
With a grin, with a smile, with a hatred
You watched them fight
You watched them erase all love that was written in mind
With a flip of a finger, with an order
You took away the day
The day they were supposed to wed with laughs and peace
You changed her, forced her, controlled her
With droplets of blood interposed into her
With your greed, you caused the wounds
The injures, the never stoppable cries !
The sins that are never to be forgiven
You drove him into the battle strength less
Not able to fight
Not able to fight you’re sister, you’re family
What has gotten into your mind???
I see your ice-cold heart never breaking, never feeling
Never tasting a spark of red burning fire
You take in the pleasure in seeing them die?
What are you?
Even wolves and vampires have sympathy to other kinds?
So why were you keep aside to do the forbidden and murder souls
And all that is kept in mind…???