Venomous Stings
And when the scar is a distant memory
I crawl back to your bed
Category: Poetry
All Poetry
The Autumnal Leaf
And in autumn I will have answers
to questions you never asked,
thinking it is too late to know, if
what we felt had the name ‘love’.
Post-Contagion Times
how it is fiercely about one breath at
a time, one dawn to wake up to, alive.
Much will be new when the mask is gone.
Like those new lines on our faces;
the footprints of the times of molten grief
on sudden demises, unprecedented losses.
Sadness
It is foggy with queries that simply rise,
knowing too well they have no answers.
It is strung with the year-end farewell tune.
The Tree
its serrated dark brown- faithfully
serving as a wall to the tired travellers.
Oh, the Rain!
Listen to the trees smile and scream
The rustle of the leaves makes the surrounds gleam
The drops from the heaven make the earth come alive
The birds fly home, the kids jump and dive.
Fishbowl
We loathe the ones
Richer than us
We close our eyes
To the ones naked yet
we pray for Abundance
Poems That Warn You
Have your words prophesied
your events long before coming
true, to your great surprise?
Warned you from falling-have they?
The Proud King
His subjects lived in misery
He did not bother for their plight
‘Can’t drink water, drink wine’
He shunted misery out of sight
The Vanquished
While the good and honourable abjectly fail.
Even perseverance may not yield much,
Endurance too many fail the test-
Your knife heart will cry aloud
But will cry alone, stunned as you’re by the rest.
I pray for you so that such quirks of fate
You do not have to ever fend,