A man without home

Wandering soulthis man is without a home,underwear fried in the sun,the wet ones have molds on them,The windows tell a story,of lost memories and forlorn love.Stale bread crumbs,of the last meal swallowed,of the panacea in the forbidden. Tired wandering,this man has nowhere to go.All that was caredare photos saved, papers crumpledin a safe vault, password

Lay down quietly (Family Man)

Lay down quietly,you will be hard to forget,till the insurance is settled and the will is executed. You were good, but left inexperienced,saving the best for your responsibilities,Barcelona waited, so did Paris and Iceland. You owed for your dependence,otherwise had better uses for your sacrifices,you had roles and it came with timelines. Alcohol won’t wash

Where are the MEN?

She shrieks feminism She speaks equality She cries – chivalry is dead. She wants security She desires amenities She agonises – fun is dead. She scorns lust She craves respect She grieves – flirting is dead. She covets shoulders She dreams alpha She weeps – men are dead.

My Girl (Wife)

Green or yellow she asked Enough for me to freeze And I said what first came To my ape mind I had not recovered Is this OK? Wobbled a sound that Cracked through my heart first And i chose my owl face to say I love you the way you are In your agnst, zest

Realisation (I am back)

A hiatus of few days A journey of 1000 miles An experience of ages A glimpse of eternity Come back From mooring and musing to thoughtlessness From endless questions to fruitless answers From purposefulness to hopelessness From of death to of life From meaning to unexplained From action to destiny From love to freedom From

Backyard of my heart

A gong rocks the slumber The early morning chimes breathing life into the air. Contortion of wrenched body from the other days toil. It’s all pleasant except in the backyard of the heart A routine predictable, on the run from the rising to the setting sun, from happiness to sadness all in one hue and

Digital self of me

A digital self of me See the smile I feign My posts are of the alter I am not the one you know I am neither the one you see nor I feel the way I say I like my feet on the moist grass I like to touch and smell know how things feel.

Unconditional Love

The end is there and the halt is here No story to tell if I don’t stop here A little turn before the end a little time before the close If not in memory the time with you what did I find, so I bid farewell Think of me with love Cry not for we

Fortunate & Brave

There is darkness all round except the corner where the bulb hangs fading light as it reaches its end Where the fluorescence doesn’t reach, there lies moths that chased the bulb, traveled a distance from down the streets. They decompose littering in cold night wind the last few hanging on to hope finally bite the

It rained in December

The doors red The doors green But all closed On me Walk the lanes People look strange Some shut in Some scorn me Trust drained I was wrong When it rained it was December then. They gathered to hear words I shared Messiah to redeem, now disowned by all Only if had not built dreams,