Fickle Minds

This mind's a brothel
customers come and go
charade of love's played out
and then the door.
Here fragrances drift
as corpse burns slow
in mind's brothel
where customers come and go.
Painted faces stand by the way\
queen and beloved for a day
invisible belly the world ignores
where customers come and go.
people call me slut
but still come to my door.

Renewal

Come, we'll dance tonight
liven our romance in delight
for long the sun's scorched love
for long winter's frozen the dove
it's pouring rain, it's pouring life
come, we'll drench our strife.

And when the skies dry their tears
when a watery sun appears
a shy green leaf or two
will surely bloom out of the blue.

I and Me

I sleep with a smile on my face
for life is full of grace
I can walk, and I can see
and what is more
I can be -me.
No need to hide my warts at all
I know them well
they don't make me small;
I'm a flower, or I'm a bird
or I'm a monster, you may've heard.
Whate'er I am, whate'er I'll be
I promise I'll always be-ME.
Being me is no disgrace
I and me stand face to face
we are friends , and we are free
so me is I and I is me.

Tale of Little Bo Peep

Little Bo Peep, she lost her sheep
and didn't know where to find them
Leave them alone and they'll come home
wagging their tails behind them.

So Little Bo Peep, she left her sheep
and waited at home to find them
They went astray day by day
She tried but failed to realign them.

Then Little Bo Peep went into the deep
hoping that she would find them;
she searched, she cried, her brain got fried
but nowhere could she find them.


Poor Little Bo Peep who'd lost her sheep
Went door to door to remind them
She'd loved her sheep long and deep
and would put her thoughts behind them.

Illusion

The faster I run, the farther I stray

From destination: life is handed

To me on a tray, but I display

 tantrums of a spoilt child denied a toy:

myopic my view, a short term ploy

to fill my coffers , to fill my day

to forget myself in mindless play:

world’s  hurly burley’s forever on

faster and even faster we  run

following rise and fall of sand dunes

that in our path sage Time splays

stumbling , straitening, till we decay.

Salute

I thought I fought

My valour slayed the lot

My blood splattered skin

I proudly trot

Displaying my jewels

My wounds of love.

I now know I am vain

With enemy I’ve never lain

In my ivory tower I remain

To live and complain;

While out in the field

Hapless soldiers wield

Defenseless arms

And fight without shield:

Never will I know

How to fight so

To rouse hearts and minds

That sleeps and snores.

My salute to you pal

I’ll stand and clap

I’ll see you win

As a new world you unwrap.

My Days and Nights

Through labyrinths of blood and pain I’ve passed,

A passage not dark but filled with uncertain light;

Crazy, heady days of anguished joy I’ve lived

Serenaded by minstrels of contrary thoughts;

Light and shade, shade and light

Mingled in hypnotic days and nights.

Stretches of stark loneliness I’ve crossed

Fighting against sucking sands that blew and tossed;

In resounding Halls of Fame I’ve stood

Filled with hollow triumphs of clapping hands;

Light and shade, shade and light

Mingled in hypnotic days and nights.

In dire distress I’ve cried

Unable to stand, unable to stride;

In desperate hopefulness I’ve smiled

Singing tunes of discordant melody;

Light and shade, shade and light

Mingled in hypnotic days and nights.

To land of blank light I’ll now sojourn

Blindfolded, a walk I’ll take alone;

And into dark brightness I’ll awake

Disembodied, in a fluid state

Beyond light and shade, shade and light

I’ll live again my true days and nights.

Rose Coloured Spectacles

Cruel the hands that smashed

My rose coloured spectacles;

A world of joy that I saw

through rose coloured spectacles;

Flint was that heart as it broke

My rose coloured spectacles.

Hues have fled, my world is stark

black and white, shadow and dark;

Oh where, oh where will I find

My rose coloured spectacles?

To fill my life with light

of rose coloured spectacles.

Blessed the hands that smashed

My rose coloured spectacles;

My mirror world they took

with my rose coloured spectacles;

Cruel-kind the mind that broke

My rose coloured spectacles.

Naked light, unbrelenting bright

Illumines my world, Truth's in sight;

No more shall I wear, no more pine

for my rose coloured spectacles;

My world is clear, my life is fair

without rose coloured spectacles.

Unmindful Minds

Don’t see  tears, when they flow
They are too meager for you to know.
Like summer rain they bring no gain
But a temporary glow.


Don’t see tears, when they flow
They are too meager for you to know.
Like summer rain they bring no gain
But a temporary glow.

Don’t see smiles as they fly
Ephemeral as clouds in skies
They fall to ground as droplets abound
And sink with a receding sigh.

Don’t see a heart when it bleeds
As it meanders in meadows and meads
 Hiding its pain in shadows and lanes
While sunlight supersedes.

 Close your eyes and close your worlds
There’s no time, you’re in a whirl
Like a well wound clock, go tick tock
Undoing your precious pearls.