We have "civilized" ourselves in a hurry, so we hurry and feel busy, VIPs:
Life is like great music, magnificent dance. It doesn't rush to the END -
If the end, the goal, was ALL, the fastest dance, the quickest song, would win
Categories:
vips, addiction, art, discrimination, identity,
Form: Epigram
As an Arab guest
magnetizes all eyes,
local VIPs get RIP
status. Abu sticks
his love on Arab’s
forehead. Sweet
vibes waft up with
the spicy smell of
the feast. Abu plans
another plaza above
the dunes in Dubai. He
makes his daughter’s
wedding unique with
the imported charm.
Currency blocks his
arteries. Love doesn’t
flow. He’s gifted his
wife with a desert.
Our new generation is
enchanted by Abu’s
flames of splendor.
He creates a culture
of earning over learning.
Material spring will be
followed by an autumn .
First published in The Literary Hatchet
Categories:
vips, life,
Form: Free verse
Along the lake’s bank
By the big old poplars
This clean calm road looks wet
As is bathed by dew or late night rain.
Let’s join there
The ducks and birds
Sailing and fluttering, deep in the lake.
Let’s wander and get lost in the gloomy forests
For nights and for days
But, the guards around the bungalows of Indian VIPs
Ah! Won’t allow it!
O! To whom is but to tell this whole
Share this serene scene
As she is with you no more…
And sorry! But it seems O simple soul!
She’ll never, ever, be that sweet companion,
Sympathetic listener--
Again any more…!
Categories:
vips, lost love, sad,
Form: Free verse
Guess your phone
doesn't work for
serious messages,
only small conversation
I care nothing for.
Couldn't pick up the phone?
Guess its too heavy
when its my digits that are dialed...
Was it bad enough
acting like VIPs
of a very important party
that was my Mother's funeral?
Sitting at the big table
with the 'cool adults'
while all the 'children' played.
Was it hard enough
to hear your voices crack
and see your eyes fill up
saying I'm the reason you came back?
While I stand in your drive
saying goodbye
Wasn't it some nerve you had
to tell me the guy I liked was bad
for me, too self-righteous
and arrogant to see past his own nose?
Sounds familiar.
Listen. You come here.
pedastal
and insult me,
love me
and leave me
then up and walk with my heart.
Saying I'm the reason you come,
hardest one to leave.
I say I'll visit you in the the fall
but that isn't soon enough for you.
Well, sweethearts, my summer's looking busy...
Categories:
vips, friendship,
Form: Ballade