Revolution
23 July 2015
A turn of the mind
Born in a twist of the heart
That seethes with change
Revolution
women
I see fire
I see fire
17-18 March 2015
Fire’s embers burnt
Strong and powerful forces
Primal signs of life
Throbbing mind set colours true
As all shades to red seemed wane
Hissing sound of spark
That once before fought so brave
Yet drowned in water
The tank brimmed with pictures there
Yesterday kept resurging
Ice cool breath faltered
In between mist and cold rain
As fire now blazed
Memories alit in flames
Found no respite in water
Icy fire raged
On the brink of tomorrow
As coal chips broke off
Mind to the heart is a trail
I see fire in its Wake
Earth in me
Earth in me
17 March 2015
The grasshopper sang
To the revival of Earth
Its voice clean and fresh
Fresh beginnings stirred in mind
As the path lay ahead raw
.
A snake crawled silent
Slithering frame shedding all
As it renewed skin
Skin deep regeneration
Would lull not wandering soul
.
The river flowed still
Glistening streaks of light gems
That shone unrivalled
No parallel for the sane
Earth’s core shone in pure white light
.
The wind danced in sails
That filled to the tune of woods
Like elves on a plain
Out in plain sight I bore mind
Which shook with tremor of now
.
Neutron bombarded
Clouds gave forth rain and tempest
Drenching parched dry soil
Relief overcame dry eye
As tears joined with raindrops
.
Shrubs grow sparkling green
Voiceless witnesses of Earth
They renew in me
A new dawn thus finds me now
Watching tide of change ebb flow
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Springtime blooms steadfast
Carving red roses in rocks
As white lilies played
Teasing starry-eyed watchers
Strewed the sky with crimson signs
.
Beating lively drums
Set pace to throb of living
While waterfalls gushed
Stirring emotions rushed forth
As Earth in me clad green robes
.
Traces of you
Traces of you
1 March 2015
The moon waxed in sight
Of sparkling lilies that shone
With eerie brightness
In glaring light of your thoughts
A haunting split in heart lurched
Stars high receded
Giving in to the dark night
That crawled over us
Like an octopus creeping
Lurked the traces of discord
Night’s black ink rejoiced
Taking over all terrains
That skies led astray
You wronged me in directions
That led to our every way
The sky vibrant cried
Its muffled voice in grey clouds
A requiem stark
In wailing of our heart’s death
I left no traces of you
Timeless
Timeless
5-6 February 2015
Earthen pots scattered
A myriad of clay vessels
Holding none but air
Like waves through lungs that seek not
Hope in thin air travelled frail
Colours everywhere
Spilling their thoughtless pleasure
Tickled eyes’ senses
Inner feelings slightly touched
Missed a tidal wave of heat
A banyan tree stood
Its prop roots waved to the wind
That caressed its gait
Waist uncovered I walked on
Never bearing roots to wave
Birds flocked to their nests
Their shrill piping welcomed trees
That spread out in warmth
A scent of a warmth in mind
Met with chilly happenings
Sun set in pale creek
While mountains blazed in glory
Echoing skies’ fire
Fire that had burnt anew
Simmered under mind’s cool ice
Yellow gator crawled
Thirsting for sea in low tide
As pale lights flickered
Early shades strong had shimmered
Till mind’s tide from them withdrew
Darkness crept on creek
But light actioned its yellow
Eerily sparkling
Strangeness perfused all in heart
That no artefact could warm
False green meadows stretched
On lily white steps that shone
Artificial blend
Welding would not heal a heart
Which fragments timeless shattered
The Lady at the bar (2)
November 20, 2014
She withdrew her head from out of the window frame and carefully wound up the glass so she could cut the noise of the outside out and turned towards him to face him squarely.
– I know you are ignoring me, she said
He looked at her briefly before focusing his attention on the road again.
– No I am not, he replied curtly
He could feel that familiar welling in his heart again as he gazed at her face from behind the dark shades that thankfully covered his eyes completely. He took in the keen eyes with their hidden laughter and the childish pout she had when she was upset about something. Damn her, he thought to himself while looking back to the road again. She was not really beautiful but there was something about her that he had not figured out yet that messed with his head and heart in a way none other had done before. He thought about the night before and how much passion had been in the air, shared between them and could simply not figure out why it was that they had fought just the morning after that. It seemed to be the only way possible between them: crazy bouts of passion followed by periods of sulking.
She too turned back to face the road stonily as it seemed he would be undeterred this morning. Very soon though, she felt more than she could see his body relax and his gaze come back towards her.
– I am sorry, she said as she put a hand on his thigh. I really don’t know why we fight. It seems like each of us absolutely wants to be right and does not care about what the other is saying. We simply want to make a point.
He took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips, kissing it before he put it back where it had been and she stroked his thigh absent mindedly
– I really try not to fight with you, you know. It’s just something about the way you say things that makes me want to find something wrong in them.
He said nothing but just lay his hand on the nape of her neck and as she relaxed, easing herself closer to him with her face turned upwards looking at him, he gazed out of the window and thought that it really did not matter why they had fought or whether they would fight again as long as they could make up like last night. He smiled wryly to himself realising that she had won again in their battle of wits and that he would just have to take in the beauty of this moment until things changed again.
Sleep eternal
Sleep eternal
21 August 2014
The night closes in
Starless skin engulfs my frame
The road lies ahead
Winding maze I walk into
Garland in hand for my groom
Yama looks upon
As I follow in consent
Starlit path goes live
Engorged with his scent, bloodless
Mind flees earthen illusion
Pink petals falling
Silken weave tied to his hair
We tour sacred fires
How many years will it stay
Eternity as I pray
A thousand souls plucked
Follow our trail in blessing
Of union divine
A call from another world
Stirs thoughts of fragmentation
The beloved smiles
Pearly white outshining heart
Pulsating with love
Who could see him thus fearsome?
Sleep eternal here I come
Stack the wood, light the fire
St Patrick’s day
St Jeanne’s way
11 September 2010
♣
You took a second look
A wish that came true
For in that small book
The colour was so blue
♣
Twas a new age Avatar
In a world full of change
Living in a coloured Bazaar
That may a mind derange
♣
You feel good and I feel blue
Rhyme in woods for me and you
And as you will that blue admire
Some just stack it for their bonfire
♣
Bring the wood and stuff the hay
Hasten now your step you crowd
St Patrick or else St Jeanne’s day
All fire we’ll cheer clear and loud
♣
It might be that it’s St Patrick’s day
They danced and feasted in delight
For finally they’d have their way
The witch will burn now in its light
♣
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPjgO3j67oE
Reading of a modified version of the poem
Mon cri – My cry
Dans certaines traditions indiennes comme dans certaines arabes (berbères aussi), les familles qui vivent de grandes tragédies engagent une pleureuse qui, à travers ses cris et lamentations permet à la famille de rester composée et digne. Voici ma pleureuse. Une gitane, comme il convient pour mon esprit libre et voyageur.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Scus9teTdjo
In some Indian traditions as in some Arab (as well as Berber), families who live great tragedies resort to a mourner who, through her cries and lamentations allows the family to stay composed and dignified. Here is my mourner. A gypsy, as befits my free wandering spirit.
Weathering storms
“Rather windy isn’t it?”
28 August 2010
♥
Woman all over the world, suffering
We yield not in vain shuddering
But pliable reeds, we flex in pain
To spring back to our tall selves again
♥
While the strong oak may tower
Over us and want us to cower
We welcome with love and consent
All hate, anger and resentment
♥
To turn darkness into bright light
Despite the hate, despite the spite
For when HE gave us to hold a womb
HE knowingly gave within us a tomb
♥
For the world’s hatred as we can bear
From suffering more than our share
But with the womb he gave us the seeds
To grow within us those slight, silken reeds
♥
A gift of love so, many a storm, we may weather
With a heart, though sinking, light as a feather
So when the mighty oak from storms splits
We resume our grace that us so befits
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