Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Smile Jul 29, 2008

smile more often
said he
a stranger
in distant place

such pessimism
such negativity
will you live
life like so

ironic
never had he
seen her smile
never would

twitching seemingly
poised to crack
severe features
remain unexplored

another time
some other place
so radiant
blinding

essence recaptured
bubbling to surface
journeyed destination
iridescent shimmering

once furrowed brow emotionless eyes
again burn passionate aflame
home to roost
her forever smile

Saturday, July 19, 2008

It Rained ... Jul 19, 2008

outside
a symphony plays
allegretto
crescendo
fermata please
now with energico
interspersed
march and bouncy
finally
lulling andantino
and then silence
crisp chilly air
the first song of birds
clouds bow aside
streaks of light
memory of rain
raising vapour
disappears
mercury rises
stiflingly
humid
hot
step out
deep breath
come play again
symphony of rain

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Home Coming Jul 17, 2008

(For my 'critique' Mohan ... this is as happy as I get buddy *grin* ... hope you like it)

....
candles flicker
dancing with the breeze
incense fills the air
worshipful murmurings
resonate against walls
piety oft scorned
uncomfortable
partner alongside
festering materialism
solace sought
unthinkingly find
feet led by heart
transfixed gaze
upon shadows
playing
in mind's eye
one sees God
arms welcoming
soothing
reassuring
as day turns to night
amongst the heralds
the homecoming
of one prodigal child
gives much rejoicing

Monday, July 7, 2008

Mind's Centre Stage Oct 06, 2007

There
Defiant
Megaphone in hand
A soapbox stage
Braying
Caterwauling
Incessantly demanding
One then two
Handful crowd
Louder, bolder
Ignoring taunters
And booing crowd
Like solitary dog
Barking but ignored
Increasingly hostile
Loosing focus
Men in uniforms
Arrive on scene
Audience disperses
Grappling, struggling
Dethroned and devoiced
Carried away
Leaving ones mind's
Centre stage
Once again devoid and bare

Wandering Thoughts

Part 1- 200607

honeyed words
venomous word
rolling off tongues
unimpeded in their journey
leaving a trail for recipients
to cherish or endure

Part 2- 031007

deceitful acts
destroy trust
that belonged to you
now lost unregainable
what thoughts transpired
that inspired to hurt another

Little Mozarts

Proud are these parents
Their Mozarts, Bachs in the making
Notes tied into music
Dance out of the teacher's Electone

Soft shy voices
Loud sometimes
Out of key most times
Sing solfege and short melodies

In unison are they
In their quest
To master these
Keys of Ebony and Ivory

I sit here just the same
Listening, coaxing, coaching
My wannabe musicians
And informally
I formally learn my Do Re Mi

Modern Babel

So much spoken
So much said
Exchanged words
Laughs derived
Still no smile
Upon one face
Quiet withholding
Oblivious to all
A heavy sigh
Walk out the door
They speak a language
Not understood by I

The Tempest

chantings in a distance;
prayerful and uplifting;
amongst the tears amongst the dead;
hope is swelling in the bosoms of the living

the wind howls through the crevices;
sending chills into ones bones;
the turbulence of the weather outside;
a reflection of the same within ones mind

What Might Have Been Apr, 2001

There was time when things were bright and clear
And a time when I might have been younger
When skies were blue and birds sang tunes
I might have been a kindly king or emphatic peasant
We might have been peas in a pod
So dissimilar in our similarity
We might have been singers of acclaim
Or whose payment were of rotten fruit
Wherefore then are the good intentions
Of either in our pursuits
Do we know the value of the life within us?
Or might we have squandered it
And in the time of aging
Sit back to sigh, "Oh what might have been!"

Rendered Wordless Dec, 1999

Enchanted by the knowledge of your existence
I seem to go through days without thought
And when I remember how you planted yourself within me
Growing inside another life that I am empowered with
A feeling of awe overtakes me
Sometimes rendering me wordless
At the wonder of it all
How is it That I was blessed with such stature
To encounter quite unprepared
The wonder of motherhood
I plan to write you songs; And tell you yarns of my youth
Read my favourite authors; Praise God's name with you
Walk in valleys, climbing hills
Holding tightly unto your tiny hands
Showing you the wonders of my world
Enchanted am I with the knowledge
That you are my flesh and my blood
And that my soul is as much apart of yours

Poetic Banter Dec, 2001

The Question:
A soul.. with so many dresses..
I am confused.. Please tell him..
to write.. to confuse me more..
And it is full moon night outside..
I can see the tree tops.
what about you?

The Answer:
which visage shall i wear tonight,
bright shines the moon above
still is the night
as crickets sing to a crescendo

simultaneous thoughts run wild
grasping at sinking straws
slowly to arise from tumultous confusion
yes i see the tree tops high
from my perch up in the sky

Great Sorrow Aug, 2001

where is the love of my life
why does he hide; when might we meet
who do we entreat; how do i survive

where can my heart plead
why must it bleed; when shall it be joyful
who hath made it tearful; how might i survive

where forth o thou mine sweet young love
thus make amends to my tearing eye
with bated breathe; amongst the shadows
wait i in anticipation; of a love called mine

heed mine call
come make these quivering lips
sweet upon thine
thus enraptured in a love
sweeter than mortal wine

wait i till thee cometh
with heart aching
for thine touch soothing
come love come your lady in awaiting

The Truths Unseen circa 1997

The world we live in today
Is wrought with troubles
But, we, somehow in our comforts
Forget those less fortunate than ourselves

Clad in silk and living in homes
Draped rich in settings
We are proud to spew the ungodly sums we paid
In making our abodes much talked about

As we read the morning paper
We skip anything that might
Shock our senses
And bring crashing our belief
That everyone is like us ...
Safe in comfort

We think we have done our bit
By appearing at some charity gala
Pictured posing bedecked
Asking to be seated next to the Who's Who
Totally oblivious of the cause

It is time we stopped to ponder
About the millions we pass unawares
That have made your life and mine
So significantly enriched by their labours

The next time someone praises
The beauty of your carpets
Stop and spare a thought to little Ahmed
Hunched over his looms
A child in bondage
In a clandestine street shop in Lahore
Undernourished, fingers deformed from years
Of tying those praiseworthy knots

As you discuss the worldly issues
Sipping tea and coffee
Have you thought of the Sri Lankan woman
Whose nimble fingers
Picked those choice tea leaves
Or of Eduardo, in some shanty town in Brazil
Working the coffee mills
Both earning fractions of the change we leave
Behind in some swanky up-mart cafe

We profess to be conscious of the fragility
Of the world we possess
And we go, on eco-tourism holidays
Deep in the jungles we look
For a Shangri-la or Sheraton
To rest our bodies
Commenting on the loss of nature

We build hotels and golf courses
In the remotest of places
Seeing dollars to be derived
Slaughtering and destroying
What took millions of years to be
In mindless minutes of destruction

Moving towards a progressive nation
Everyone must work harder
Make more money to meet our new needs
Children are left unattended with maids
That they soon are merely entities in our lives

We are creatures with the ability to think
And yet are we thinking when we throw our babies
In dustbins and shrubs, wishing a death upon them
We would not wish upon ourselves

We become cruel towards the men and women
That work for us
Thriving on their unhappiness
To make our money grow
We place them in abodes not fit for sewer rats
And work them till they drop
Ignoring any shred of humanitarian feelings
We might have buried

Children lost without a sense
Partying with coloured pills
And poisoned filled syringes
Pumped into bruised veins
Searching for a Paradise of belonging
So elusive in reality
Profound euphoria shattered
With the urgent need for another fix

In another land fields are strewn
With lifeless bodies
The foul stench of death and decay
Permeate the air
A mother softly crying
Children too young to understand
The deaths that surround them
Only someday to be apart of the carnage
A frightening reality the cannot escape

Will we find the answers
To make our tomorrows
Safer for the future
Or will we implode
Results from our crimes against humanity
The answer lies within each heart the beats today

.ani original Apr 02, 2007

words spoken actions taken
from a time when the sun shone on tender blooms
here now lay petals crushed
hushed words unspoken
bear the silence of unrequited dreams

Who Are You Jun 08, 2007

My mind screams out
Why do you torment me so
Where have you crawled out from
How is it you found me
When will you reveal your intentions

I am confused
I am hurting
I am distressed
I am stumped
I am waiting

Speak to me
Write to me
Tell me what you want of me
I ponder for a while
And ask yet again ... Who Are You?

Laments Of An Old Smoker Jul 14, 2007

Cough wheeze cough
Another quick puff
Before that hacking rhapsody
Recommences cutting my high short

I love the way
Smokes swirls and spirals
Creating images of ladies
Romanced I in my debonair youth

Now stained gums teeth and fingers
None would cast glance my way
I reek of stale tobacco
Lost in laments of an old smoker

My Wish On Your Birthday Jul 13, 2007

A memory of you came to mind
At the stroke of midnight
I remembered it is your special day
You celebrate yet another year

I hardly can believe
Twelve years have lapsed
Since that fateful evening
Our eyes met amongst the crowd

I recollect that first year
When the date came by
With loving wishes
A cake a flame was presented

You stood dumbfounded
A loss for words unable to speak
Tears filled your eyes
You’d never had cake on your before

This year remembered only
Reminded via technology
That I should celebrate
The joy of your being

Only the rising of bile
And sadness was harnessed
Surely in her arms now
Your tomorrows are content

And hence my only wish
On this your, significant day
That when mine comes around
Hanging ropeless no longer shall I be

Polygamy Jul 10, 2007

If bigamy is a crime
I should spend my time
Chasing more than I can care for
In hope that I might find four
And turn things right
Tie knots more tight
Happy me with polygamy
Out with dated monogamy

Centre Stage Jul 19, 2007

A single stool
Stood silent centre stage
Hushed was the audience
Awaiting the night to unfold

Shadows form across the floor
A figure emerges through the dark
Quietly sits upon the stool
Adjusts the microphone

Single spotlight lights the space
Blinding person to anticipating viewers
Surprised gasps from those expecting celebrity
An unknown seated in this hall of fame

Deliberate in her movement
Her head she lifts to face them
Some murmurs in the shadows
Disgruntled unhappy patrons

Her voice quivers unsteady
Almost uncertain if to proceed
Then like volcano unrestrained
Language like lava begins to flow

The imagery of emotions
Relayed in undulating tones
Carries the attentive listeners
Through a tapestry woven in her words

The pauses sometimes prolonged
As she struggles within herself
Only heightens the experience
Of a life lived turned into theater

Here Jun 23, 2007

here I am in my misplaced trust in humanity
here I am all derobed and unmasked
here I am crushed and shattered to a million pieces
here I am speaking from my heart but you do not hear me
here I am still no matter what the consequences
here I am and here I always will be

Sails Jun 02, 2007

majestic she sits upon the water
awaiting her moment of history
to unfurl her pristine white sails
and embark into the great beyond
finally all is on board
and anchor is lifted
sails catch the wind
and she edges forward
with each lift and fall upon the waves
new adventure awaits

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Reflections Nov 20, 2006

The looking glass;
Shows my image in reverse;
It starts the mind thinking;
Does world see me inverted as well

When I touch my left cheek;
You touch your right;
I am not inverting;
Then why are you?

Big clean glass walls;
Reflecting images that are passing;
I catch myself in motion;
And stop stunned for a moment

Is that really who I am;
Is there more to me;
Than your eyes can see;
More than moving pictures

This mind is tricky;
The eyes more so;
All images are merely;
Light’s reflections forming

I look into the looking glass;
I see my left as my right;
Reversed and inverted;
This is I

Broken Wings Oct 03, 2007

What better way to heal old wounds
Than to write the pain away
Like how raindrops wash the grime and dust
Leaving cleansed freshness post downpour
Let the lyrical string of words and letters
Soothe like balm and calm the soul
Hurts in the past, leave them behind
Look to the present and the future
Emancipated and free
Let the wind give flight again
To once broken wings

You Are Welcomed Warmly

I see you've found yourself suddenly here amidst the poetic scribbles of my rambling mind often incoherent to the general you and only understood by myself.

If you find that my words have touched you, then indeed my journey of words has met its objective ... I wish to be able to let you the unknown reader experience my rollercoaster existence with the stringing of words.

It is my sincere hope that you will come many times again and leave your comments and feedback for I am only a writer here in the anonymity of the internet, harbouring a burning desire to someday hold my words bound within pages in the bookstores of the world ...

Perhaps dreams keeps us going - I intend to try perhaps to turn mine into some reality .. thank you for stopping by...

.ani