Long Spoken language Poems

My heart is empty, Jeffrey.
I’m standing here transfixed 
within the threshold 
of a vacant bedroom.
The air is still
but the delicate scent 
of your passing soul 
invades my nostrils. 
The aroma travels deep 
inside the tunnels...

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Dear exam
Sincerely I don’t hate you, I just don’t like you
To be fair, I don’t think anybody does
You issue countless threats in the name of tests
A series of poison in carefully measured dosage
Administered by well-trained...

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We live in a pluralistic world and society, 
Where there's many diverse groups: 
Different communities and religions -
About that you can't go through any hoops. 

The web should enable all to function, 
Free, empower and...

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I have bad teeth. Always have since birth.  I had braces as a child and hated it.  Hated going to the dentist.  Put it off too long, too often.  Ended up...

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From being forced to cross the Atlantic Ocean under the cover of stars
to volunteering for a mission above every ocean to the stars.

From being stared at on an auction block and having the family sold...

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The Meaning Of Humankind

Forever people look for a complicated word
Years, decades and centuries they search
One sad word that gives meaning to humankind
Poets have written pages looking for the word
Singers sing their songs trying to find...

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When the world was youthful
spiderwebs sang as they were spun.
Language was woven in the air
as accents of winds and trees
conveyed by an eloquent sky.
Untrammeled meadows annunciated
upon the lips of dens and burrows
scooped by shrew, mole,...

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Love is not just a spoken language
nor will it always heal like a bandage.

Affectionate actions and self sacrifice
should come naturally - not at a price.

Real passion is not only lust and desire,
simply two souls connecting...

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Oh you broken infinity; gray in nature.

Allow me to repair you.

I am a handyman of words,

breaking down this soft-spoken language in rhythmic remedy,

yet only for you, my good neighbor.

You are the everlasting universe,

but let's not...

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Hurt is a Spoken Language

It came from your heart,
like gas on fire,
burning everything in its path.
Hurt was your spoken language.

Fluent in anger,
flippant with pain.
Words tossed carelessly,
thoughtful or thoughtless.

Sweet and bitter,
hard and soft.
All poured 
from the...

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One who does not cast a shadow
One who possesses no real image
None other than the creator of universe
Who we call the Almighty God
Does he really exist, or just a freak of imagination
True feelings have no...

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Kneeling with sword raised to the sky,
As the blade glistens from,
The shadow of the moon with desire,
In respect of the god's above.
Only a spoken language,
All do understand. 
Pleading, asking, begging,
To help rescue his kingdom.
The cries...

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“Writing [maketh] an exact Man,”
claims Francis Bacon. 
Macaulay’s Minutes is our bible.
Derrida emphasizes 
the Primacy of Writing.
Freedom to write is also guaranteed—
by our Indian  Constitution!

So, our children at school do write a lot—
in the...

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the rhythm of old poems,
precision breathing 
in and out,
nose and mouth.

reality fogs a window
on a cold winter morning,
clears the congested mind
one wrinkle at a time.

in our misspent youth,
we twist words around the tongue
and take them...

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All of a sudden there are blues 
Compose with your clues
With secrets and lies
Where your feelings die

You should have known what it meant
When there is abandonment
Leaving feelings of discouragement
For the one that believes in what...

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