Actor Poems

To act ceaselessly ordained, By reactions inevitably chained, Karmic Wheel relentlessly turns, Fruits it haplessly churns, To rebirth, in new cycle to return. One his Truth who Knows, Neither as actor nor action, Neti, neti as the Sages said, Mere

I saw the scene full of flowers and I saw the Actor choking, drowned in petals, leaves, which entered his mouth, nostrils, ears, covering him until nothing was left of him. Poor Actor. What a death! Smothered by the flowers

Freddy the flea moved in here with me, and his family were queued up behind. I said ‘it’s a cheek’, but he looked pretty bleak, so I said c’mon in’ ‘cos I’m kind. In they all trotted, and now they

(1) Tents are crowded by windows, but missing walls and a jasmine flower. (2) A window is a border between consciousness and sub-consciousness, between Ego and its annihilation. (3) A home without a window is a blind man with no

He’s a very famous actor who married an ordinary woman and while he spends his days honing his body for the kind of violent pornography they pay him to discharge, learning to compress his abdomen to crush walnuts spit out

Well SALLY’S corpse is in the graveyard But her ghost clings to me like an old wet Blanket…maybe it’s because I treated her Like dirt when she was alive and shot her When I caught her cheating on me then

I mused at the turn of event at the scene The landscape is replicate with the shapes and color not in harmony with what nature would have loved to create given his craftsmanship This was a human configuration to give

Everything was easy and the good guy was me Chasing bad guys through the cobbled streets of Galilee The wine was sweet joy, the mad loving intense Lead bullets were flying, lives lost makes no sense I’m a man of

An accountant, businessman, psychologist, or teacher? Great challenging and responsible endeavors, but for who? What was God thinking when he made you? A doctor, lawyer, Janitor, engineer, or carpenter? All good and noble professions, but for who? What was God

My heart bleeds, just as my tear-soaked eyes, and anguish-filled-mouth keep asking: why Syria – the Levant – the rising land Why Damascus – the City of Jasmine of shrubs and vines, now turn to vineyard of locoweed and poison

I, thirst for nudging the butter lamp to peep inside the dark of a Shiva crater of human suffering, between your pain and my blood there was ancient history, where will you go now, no light has touched you so

She is desolate, slender and feeble , yet she has an unshaken sound will that instills energy and hopes into her humble heart to yearn for pleasant conclusion to her withering sapless body . Staring at things around through her

Why you so tough You make my fingers so rough The more I try to move ahead Oh my! One or two will be dead And however hard I may try You will make sure you make me cry One

365 days ago my life was forever changed. 12 quick months. 1 unbelievable year. He has a soul of fire and a mouth of destruction. He put me on a ride through hell and at the same time, a journey

Man Penniless but manages to take girl friend for date Brainless but Advises one & all Unemployed but Pretends to be very busy Ugly looking but thinks Very handsome A girl’s smile makes Him act indispensable Egoistic & proud of

The hurt begins to move and meets in a funeral procession. For aging fireworks this was the last chance, but lake had dried up. There was no fall tonight of the moon All the stars had gone for a memorial

Take care, my dear, of the spoken word, Bridging gaps is our guide word. A word once spoken razes mountains beyond repair, And craters of tears with endless despair. Leaves scars does a scathing word, The poisonous dagger doth stab

I had a dream when I was asleep. I dreamt of a land beyond the sea, Where the light all hides beneath the darkness; And one cannot manage to see. And in that land there was loneliness, And in my

When young folks still in college try to find The hottest and best paying growth career But they’ve no conscience, and a clever mind, The experts would suggest they monger fear. You find folk’s fears, then focus on a few:

By the gardens I met you, In your eyes I saw the feelings I thought were true. Handled me with care like a feather, Told me we would stay like this forever. Was it wrong wanting to see you everyday,

I sit by my window every morning, Wanting, willing to write a poem. The pen in my hand yearns to touch the blank paper, Like a lover yearns to touch the beloved. The paper breathes patiently, The warm sun brushes

There’s an angel that lives in the sky He has strong black wings And knowing eyes He comes to the earth to capture souls He shows no mercy He takes both young and old There’s another angel that lives in

When night will not speak and shoes will float on the water; legs of truth will not move. Latched to absence unreasons held the hands of time. I stopped believing in myself. The genome had come in a bottle. when

There is blood on the walls, and bodies on the ceiling Everything about this place is extremely unappealing In this madhouse every one is depressed This place is disgusting, and misery is our pest We have no exterminator to keep

Said you’ll see her tomorrow, When all she hoped, was for you to hold her a moment longer… Today. You thought you’d make it up to her next time, When all she craved for, is your time… Today. You gave

I ran away from you to strange cities. But at every corner, I ran into you. The fresh sea water carried whiffs of you. The little boys on bicycles spoke in your voice. The surf tickled my toes with your

Call me time and again an incurable romantic. accuse me offensively of revering unrealism. laugh at me heartlessly for I over-idealize you. or just leave me forlorn, if I’m gallingly tractable. but I’ve a warm, not weak, heart. I sincerely

Sky , it never say’s bye , day and night makes me believe , that faith only hugs and with hope future can surely can be conceive , green and blue are not just color but emotions to feel. every

For God and mortals’ sake, Speak no more of Cogito ergo sum- Nor think what I think I become Nor what form I think I take. The mind is indivisibly amorphous! It has no visible or indivisible form; To invisible

Look into my eyes my Son and tell me what you see Speak softly into my ear and tell me what you saw Listen to what I say; it’s what you saw in my eyes and heard from my lips

She sits still like a rock, in front of her equally lifeless laptop Seems like someone’s glued her long, slender fingers to asdfjkl; Her blank, glassy eyes stare at the identically empty page The lack of ideas is sending her

Trying to tell the truth seems but a losing battle And speaking about what is correct a useless gamble People just want to hear about fun and happiness Yet there comes a time we must take life with seriousness But

Goblins have lived in our trees for years They have green eyes, and great big ears They come out on a summer night And swing from the branches in the pale moonlight They walk in the trees, and talk goblin

There is vacuum in the space Between love and hate and there is doubt in the space between truth and lie. But the plane is abnormal when You don’t trust your view. Grasp the gap, like melting lava From an

Thinking, contemplating my current situation. Scared. The lights of the city are turning down. From this view I can see everything. I’m watching her come down for the night. Helping me to not come down alone. Slowly, dying together. From

Could be in the past May be in present too You and me disagreed We quarrelled, fought Argued in bitter words For we all wanted to Make our World better Perhaps never realized A simple point to ponder That’s universal

– However popular you are , you feel most unpopular at times Popularity is like an intoxication feelings of pride takes you to the skies when the spirits sink in feelings of frustration sets in the moment spirits sink out

I spent a lifetime Trying to be different How can I complain then, That I don’t fit in? Who is this? Why has he trapped me? Illuminated confines of ability. Decorative boundaries of relation. Soft prison cells, comfortably. If it

What implorations do they trace? These crooked legs in convulsion These crawly things in deathly grace What feeling evoke, what compulsion? The crushed mass on concrete floor In pasty death mocks my wisdom Should I act, or do I ignore

A brick window, your name in between the cracks that light doesn’t dare to touch It’s fitting really, that you should be immortalized in secret like the hush of thunder; they hear but do not see you you have your

Meditating quietly, On the self within, In the serene calm of mind Devoid of motion or sound Every day, Like a vibration, With a speed of thought, I travel manifold universes & Beyond, Amusing my-self In various lokas¹, Ever shining,