Prize

Do I see a smirk on your face
When I say my son is gay?
Do I hear a sneer in your voice
Cause he’s gone astray?
I pity your constricted mind
And your cowering heart
Come, I’ll help you now
To take them both apart.
In your disinfected space
you won't let vermin crawl?
Fear not, there’s a world outside
for them to stand tall.
And as they grow and spread their wings
You’ll find you’ve shrunk in size
Ah for that myopic sight
that is a fitting prize.

Hidden Treasures

And then God said "Let there be light".
Incandescent, the sage mind glowed
Thought upon thought, the river flowed
From Earth to Heaven and back that flight
A treasure trove for mankind to hold
To forget at times, to retrieve as lives unfold.
Eternal, as the Universe
That blossoms, the walks in reverse
Degenerates till almost dead
to resurrect on a new bed.
Cycles, doing the rounds
Create, sustain, bring to ground.
And in its midst Man gyrates
Living and dying through each state.

You and I

You and I with arms outstretched
A river of flame between
You and I with gazes fixed
Glass wall stands unseen.
You and I twin river banks
running from mount to sea
You and I ever apart
Never to be we.

You and I with bleeding feet
walk on field of thorns
You and I banging heads
Till both heads spout horns.
You and I uprooted trees
No earth on which to stand
You and I forging paths
To create our new brand.

Blind in Love

Blind in love, I do not see
The naked truth, the sophistry
Broken chains, reach for dreams
They flow down meandering streams.
Wide awake, or deep asleep
Floundering thru quagmire deep.
My shore, my shore
I can gasp no more
In this twilight zone
i still hear moans
Are they real, are they fake?
Chained to a mountain stake.

Blinkers off I clearly see
That stark Truth, the perfidy
Broken dreams, yet in chains
The glow undone, pain remains.
Wide awake while still asleep
Floundering in quagmire deep.
No coast, no home
I lay down prone
In my twilight zone
That rings with moans
Fake and real, real and fake
Speeding on without a brake.
 

Ritual Dance of Everyday Living

He knows garbage needs to be cleaned
And flower pots to be watered;
He knows soiled clothes go into the basket
Not left around the quater;
Yet he waits till asked to do the task
For that's the Dance, and that's the farce.

She knows the mobil needs to be changed
And old bulb replaced with new;
She knows where to use a hammer and drill
And how to tighten  screw;
Yet she waits in the park till he does the task
For that's the Dance, and that's the farce.

For each a role, not written on scroll
To be lived despite knowledge,
Rules are set, never to be upset
At home, in school, or in college;

When she steps out to handle a mouse
His scowl is dark as thunder;
When he stays home, makes it his own
"Whatever's gone wrong?" she wonders.

In Search of My Holy Grail

Life on life I've wondered, to no avail
Searching, still searching for my Holy Grail.

Books I've read, knowledge gained, to ascertain
The right path to take, my Grail to gain;
Not in world affairs, nor in devout prayers
Nor blind love, nor faith, nor steadfastness rare,
Not on paths of pure virtue, nor vice
My Grial remains a dream, a game of dice;
Pre-loaded, tilted in favour of pain
For ever a quest, never attained.