Is it about love
It is about life
Love is of life
Is it about one love
It is about one life
One love is one life
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Tuesday, 25 June 2013
Monday, 24 June 2013
You, Away (Cowdust)
A simpler way
Similar of the day
& of the night time
Meditation sways
Calm of purpose to play
With children to lights out time
Picture peaceful Mandalay
& restless chaotic Bombay
Rich colours intertwined
Away for two days to stay
Alone in our bed I may
Write the lovers sign
Sunday, 23 June 2013
Absence of Free Will
It is not that I am torn
It is more that my mind
Seems to go just wherever it damned well chooses
I have been in love before
I am in love again now
Images & memories, that my mind frequently abuses
If on occasions forlorn
If caught on barbs that bind
I am resigned to follow her, go wherever she pleases
If to think of that spotlit dance floor
To shuffle so lightly, my how
With footsteps and body sways; she poses, she teases
Saturday, 22 June 2013
Tumblr
Escape, without words
A mind filled to overflowing
With maps and images
Famous painters
& women's breasts
Still mountain mists
From the East of Saigon
Enter into the night time
Wait for quiet to fall
Darkness to take her shadows
Memories of dusk clamber
For your erstwhile attention
Detention is worth the call
From the rest of the world
Friday, 21 June 2013
Mon Plaisir
I can’t drill down
Any deeper
Alone I am unable
To magnify the view
I do remember a window
The lane a little steeper
There was a garden
& a small kitchen
With two colourful cockatoo
Fields for potatoes
Before
The long curved beaches
Yet out beyond the reaches
I was so often absent
Just as the image shows
I stayed out of view
There are pedestrians
Close-up; together strolling
Along the promenade
They sojourn towards the town
Did you wonder that I wondered
On the hope of walking out with you
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