Long Obsequies Poems

Grand Ma


Depending on a day’s mood-
Grand Ma my mind recalls;
Saint or Devil in the wood
For fast writ on the walls!!!

Ah! Lovely Devil was she
She’d catch you up the tree
Or acted a wise witty witch
Fishing you...

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(Charles Philip Arthur George - b. 14 November 1948)


I had a cousin called Charles, said Aunty Olive.
Nice young man. That's him on our TV.

That's not cousin: it's King, said Aunty Lucy. It's King Charles.
Now watch...

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When the sun has set for me and the stars should have blinked no more,
When the time for me to go and see my friends on the other shore,
When the breath that I have loved...

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SUNRISE
Sunrise, hasten
Your feet to come
For in you the blossom
Of my heart berths
Dusk, the mirth of my heart
Has cocooned, and in frigid
 Warmth for sunrise it yearns 
For my sunshine to bring.
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to...

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My town nicknamed, ‘Mini Dubai’, burgeoned and branched
on the bank of Kanoli canal like a tamarind seed.

Now the silvered canal sprawls on its death bed.

Busy pedestrians walk down 
an ancient bridge built by the British.
As...

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The power to create lies not beyond my grasp
Pawns of my making;
Kings and queens, monarchs and matriarchs
Emperors and empresses, enchantresses and peasants,
Even those who dared defy the gods,
Dare not defy me

An incidental untimely flick of...

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Open sky,
sitting on a park bench with one arm curved behind a person;
teething smiles shyly undressing my emotional puristic like Adam re-unclothing in
Eden.

Whatsoever is losed of my ascetic,
may it free our eyes to tresspass into...

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To her kin Catherine was I in flesh married
To my young  beloved Mary was my soul wed
Too long that eve at my play we all three tarried
And all of six hours later was my...

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(The UK Queen's Platinum Jubilee was in June 2022)


You're at Trooping the Colour now, Dominic.
Were we not friends when we were schoolboys?
You look so smart now, Dominic, guardsman,
wrapped in the shining redness of that costume
under...

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(Elizabeth II 1926-2022)


Are we - crow, blackbird, sparrow -
aware of what's occurring?
We cannot tell, they assume,
but gape and gaze from up here.

This is a land with a departed monarch.
We - sparrow, blackbird, crow -
flit or...

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The sunset splayed along the night sky
As we wandered by the sea
How desperately we seem to try
To drown our memories

One kiss, one love was then enough
Time for awakening
One beautious sleep, devoid of love
And hope of...

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ODOUR OF DEATH

Fumes of incense sticks
Death sneaks into the drawing room
Without consent of none.

Shivering mourning, snub off
With night spreading over
Remnants of obsequies
Twelve basket full of charred dreams
Odour of death smothering
Oh! mourn Jerusalem
Son of Man is...

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I have inked my verses 
All day for so long 
Poured my soul in pages
But got nothing in return
For being a full time poet 
Poverty has ruined my life 
Crippled my very spirit 
Humiliation and...

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