And you, Cinna, asked me ‘Write the best poem ever written’ You, who died burnt and beaten As no strength poet, for poets find Strength when Muse kisses their mind, And let them spread message of the strongest kind May I say that Muse didn’t kiss thee?
‘Write Julius Caesar, write Brutus’ Of the ambition taken?Of the crown thrice refused? Of the conspirator’s way and the glory desired? You think that a poem so can be found, When you’re just lying at home on the ground? ‘I’m in brackets to real life’, you sound No cospiracy, write hypocrisy
You’re just waiting for someone dying But neither you have so much time Go out of home, follow the people crying For Caesar and revenge on shameless Brutus! Or go to Philippi and fight to free us ‘It must be by his death’ No, it must be by yourself
A monster from a tree jumps and runs around the bushes to mate. A blank statement is issued. The system groans and collective pshyche fails. A stark silence for the food for thoughts. I sit down to meditate- to find
Tonight the nectar will be spread to tame a random tormentor. Black and white, I never saw my father weeping. Lonely he was. I am my own creation today weather beaten. Confession to – confession, unread. When the- storm was
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I
Cacophony was child’s cry,it made me forlorn Symphony it is,now that you are born Trauma was my life,bruised my being Tranquil I am, showered in your eyes loving Bathed in your waft ,my stink is gone Rescued by your raft,now