Flowers of Life

Flowers are meant to fruit

Nipping in the bud to abate

To boast a fragrance

Evidence of a sprightly existence

With a sweet heart of nectar

Calling birdies and worker bees to supper

Of silky soft petals and fragility

Of shapes sizes disposition and variety

Of graceful patterns hearty color and beauty

Some born on thorn and poison

Some gentle to touch,glad to behold

Always looking forward to bloom

Always dreading the imminent and inevitable droop

The arms of the lucky lady to grace

Graves and epitaphs to be their final place

Gladdening hearts at holy matrimonies

However mean, beauty remains

Today

It's just another day

The sun will rise as it does

The rain might as well pour as it may

The skies will definitely be blue

So they tell you

Oh, they certainly will be gray

So they say


But I pray you listen

To these words inspired by you

Elements of a memory you explicitly own

An expression of admiration that is due

A tribute to today

Because it's one of those days


I tell you, you will awake

More breaths than yesterday to take

Placing to the ground your tender feet

You will walk to a beat

To the rhythm of your very soul

A merry dance to grace this date



I tell you, you will speak

From one mellow voice

A song to stir you to your peak

A song from the youth of hearts

A song to unite your tomorrow

To your past

You will sing

To the fill of your lung



They are privileged who see you

Blessed who hold you in a warm embrace

Happy who laugh and cry with you

Lucky who look into your divine eyes

They know love who love you

Above all else


It's a special day

The sun will rise for your eyes

The rain might as well wash away your fears

The skies will definitely be in awe

Of a beauty they cannot thaw

So, I know

Oh it's a beautiful day

So, I dare say

..Same as the rest of us.

I do not watch over the universe

As the brilliant stars in the skies

My eyelids grow heavy at nightfall

Far below the heavens, asleep I fall


I do not on cherub wings soar

Thorn ever baying for my sole

I walk the gamut to scour the soil

To pray for favor and calm when I sail


I do not breathe of brimstone

Like the epic fiery dragon

It is sufficing to choke on ashen air

And when cold sets in, I stoke a fire


I do not escape the brazen fear trap

Armed merely with instinct and hope

It is not my place to decide

Whatever tomorrow betide


I am not a cart set on wheels of whims

I bear a soul, bubbling over with dreams

Weighed on by call to duty

Haunted by travails of an ancestry


I am not like logs stacked

My skin breaks scarlet when pricked

When my dry flaky skin itches

My sullied nails scamper to scratch


I am not like the morning sun

Before noon to run out of breath

East to west to honor the zenith

Every day without fault

Love is..

Love is a war

Fought at heart

Love is a chore

Partaken in delight

Love is a shadow

That looms bright

Love is a hollow

Cordial and infinite

Love is an arrow

Piercing through hurt

Love is a gamble

Sans ardent fright

Love is a sparrow

In soaring flight

Love is a circle

To pledge tight

Love is a sorrow

To rouse the spirit

A Mind with a Mind of its Own.

My mind has a mind of its own. When left at it's own mercy, its hunger pangs prompt it to scrape for substrate to keep it going on the perpetual theatre of thought.
Call it idleness if you will.
Be it rocking lazily on a chair after completion of a scheduled task, a would be siesta thinning into a nasty headache or a walk down the river valley to counter the setting sun. The mind imposingly and haughtily occupies its throne among the trinity that is mind body and soul.
It can flutter on heart’s wings, voyage over loneliness, to the shoulders of a dear one, stalk them over distance and time without their consent or cognizance. It can connive its way to the lips, spawn a wily curve after flashing an episode past, of a mischievous escapade with friends upon the inward eye. Sometimes to weave a poem out of nothing, maybe an encounter mused over and over, dappled with a murky sense of idealism.
Like a seed, sprouting within moments, to become boughs, heavily laden with fruit and leaves, hanging indefinite and abstract.
Sometimes they lay an ambush and suddenly am like a deer caught in the glare of intruding headlights. Agitated and subdued in equal measure. Fleeting thoughts hanging on loose ends. No time to lay a finger on a single one’s pulse. They bring me to my feet, twirl me around on the same spot, and then sit me down again. The agonies of an untold story. Did they come before their time?
Beasts occasionally have a field day hitting the roof protesting and demanding an equal and fair hearing. Their attempted siege carries the day sometimes, ending in a toast to anarchy and discord. Forcing chaos out of painstakingly detailed order. Toys become the product of antiques and priceless trinkets. Turning upholstery and drapery into hammocks.
More often than not, their celebrations are short-lived. The angels shake off their momentary fall from grace to hoist their flags in the king’s courts once more. Talk of sweeping and decisive reforms. And the castle is pristine and refined once more, at least till the next invasion.
Somebody once said, we’ll call him a wise man, greatness consists in responsibility over each of your thoughts. What if my mind only breathes life into loose cannons and I dare to call them thoughts? Consider you experience over sixty thousand thoughts a day, a figure that has increased ten- fold in only a century.
Let us nurture the novel and noble, and in turn stifle the treacherous threads the subconscious thrusts upon us. If in doubt, we shall hold them against the multifaceted screen that is our world and its societies, for a more insightful and engaging discourse.

Because of You

I dare to lose my breath

I know the clasp of warmth

I know my heart's placid beat

I know good music

When I hear it

When steady, a wind blows

And when I sigh

It shows

Because of you


I have known the silence

The jewel

Forged in the meeting of souls

I can listen

To the whisper of eyes

I recognize

The folly of distance

I've borne strength for two

The shared pain

Because of you


I can remember

From a heart so tender

Of deeds past and present

Too late, I've learnt

To take beauty's cue

At first view

To take a chance

On yester's broken chalice

And I know it's okay

To not know

What sea may cast ashore

Because of you