Go away, silly one

Go away, silly one, that don’t know of loss,

dub yourself loser, leave joker, laughter not here,

wailed a lady in crowd, all noise did pause,

now clad colourful, old black dresses didn’t smear;

I spoke, I lost but a dream, not living, loving soul,

came not to mourn or share, yet I do care,

gone days of joy, nights of sleep, dreams stole,

gone thunder, rain, rainbow and lighting’s glare;

what desert, as gone the sand beneath my feet,

gone breeze, even mighty sea without time to see,

gone sweet home, now a thorn, my last retreat,

no refuge, no place known to shelter, nowhere to flee;

innocence lost, ignorance cost, spoilt forecast, time flew fast,

gone courage, morals, little laurels, tears and laughter,

gone stories, movies, idle banter, carefree canter of past,

know not where all went, my life spent, grew softer;

pride, confidence, dreams gone with skill and wisdom,

never lost any near and dear, just lost an empty dream,

not compare losses, my misery trifle, akin to boredom,

you lost forever, loved ones, to death, time’s stream;

music, song, poems and prose scribbles died long ago,

forgot drinks, dinners, friends with just cigarette in hand,

didn’t love a soul, lost none, yet your grief with me grow,

despite troubles and sorrow, your feet planted firm on land;

for you love and so live, I merely forgive, you strive, you give,

give your thought and action calmly to those that remain,

those gone, a strong memory, you forever mourn and grieve,

parent, sibling, child or friend, leave void, stain uncleared by strain;

but folks enshrined in history to pavement dweller has to leave,

all love, except vile like me that can’t, from terrorist to rapist,

even I can’t deny being loved, a love that can’t be worn on sleeve,

gone sun, stars, days and nights, not the memory in our midst;

cherish memory with tears or laughter,

dead find lease in your memories, yet how long,

perish with you, you a memory, ones in your’s, lost chapter,

no matter, unsought immortality, till lasts hear love’s song;

Go away confused one, come when know what you want, what to say,

let us in peace pray, why without clarity or purpose, you here stray?

(This is partly done and shall be continued in future posts)





At high noon

At high noon the sun scorched my bike seat,
yet I got an errand to do in that searing heat,
I cursed activity that made my lazy self roam,
errand for my benefit, to land on my two feet;

I can unbidden talk and write of mist and foam,
can stare and admire the haughty high dome,
but sick when asked to wait and then interact,
do instructed, get task done, before going home;

as a poet of yore am I not relieved of mundane act,
when asked to get groceries and stuff, how to react,
I roared in my bike challenging the world and the sun,
I can weave garland of pearls from words with tact;

I can bend the sky to bow the earth, not easily done,
I can make dolphins fly and eagles swim, what fun,
I can enthral the world with joy and glorious rapture,
I can’t and won’t ever again for the mundane run,

with words simple and mind unsound beauty I capture,
unmindful of the smirks now for my bounty is in future,
verses strike the heart and tug at soul, a quaint picture,
things for survival uncared, the world with words I fracture.