Anointed Poems

a facsimile of torture candlelit in moony dark i want to unread the anointed death on this tip of an arrow, here it comes the hissed phrase wrenching the gut – for conceptual withdrawl, dawn of dark secrets without footprints

Your window was very small. Why did not you throw the dice? Walk away without a want? I had no courage to tell the lies, to hold the secrets of brave tears, which failed to live in red-bricked house. And

Will it rain tonight? And clean the gaping blisters? Wash away the dirt and slimy froths? Soften the scales and scabies? And will it make me pure again? Ah, let it rain tonight. Bro said, with icy looks, “Damn you,

The beams were ready to collide on the bars of hate. The blast was coming with adjectives. It was immortality of a street which was going to survive. New herons will come to wade in troubled waters. Pure white. But

Celestially blessed heavenly anointed. With paths defined singularly pointed. Bliss known a virtue for which most pine. Sharing and caring are similarly divine. A few stick through a lot along get lost. For all choices errant, dearer proves cost. Do

What manner of global icon so venerated? A sage of global repute, a demi-god politically deified, a martyr once resurrected and a hero eternally celebrated. Deeply rooted in the annals of Africa’s peculiar history are your seemingly unachieveable and unparalleled

It’s not My will, but Thy will, Let Me die on the cross for their sins, And My blood pave way to eternity; Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death. Abba, take away this cup from Me; Yet if it’s

Behold now the warbler In different sizes, forms and colours, it appears With its limitless boundaries, the warbler crosses any border Yet how light or so unseen are its feathers Its voice, piercing through the blank space The echo resounding

Something ominous and undefined, illustrative and versatile. Something ambiguous, and something so subtle it hardly exists. Almost is all these things and more. It occupies life around its every corner. It is the grey between the blacks and whites, The

So many masks people have On their faces, Even I do not know, which is my real face Recently, I wrote a poem On ‘Hypocrisy’ However, when I looked in I found myself too, a hypocrite Sometimes I keep a

Nothing makes or breaks now. I will not know you on the lake. The clouds and shoreline shudder. There was no speck of endurance. The wind falls with agonizing thud. The dusk was hoisting the white waves. Time to make

You can lose a penny, or a special letter. A bill for the gas, or your red setter. Even where you placed your car, or the dog you tied to a forgotten gate. But to lose your mind, now that

Worship and glorify Jesus With Praises and songs Praises to raise our voices To worship and sing songs To honor the Lord Awesome and glorious Beautiful and always the King Of our Salvation who watches Protecting the ones who look

          Brimming with tears I see him yonder His smile, a magnet that draws and yet his armour that repels against a cruel world. Recall his pain and anger through my tears his fears, maybe sometimes

Just when I was ready to give up on love You Came Along Just In Time When I didn’t think there was any real Reason to carry on, you put back together The broken pieces of this heart of mine

With a checklist in my mind Prince Charming, I was hoping to find It is only now that I realize When he comes, it will be a surprise Things will not go according to my plan He will have his

The troublesome soul is locked away and out of control. The unforgiving lies drive you to a loose depressing pride. The weirdness of lust is being swept like dust. The spinning of the head is driving you crazy damn is

In all honesty, the extent of my turkey knowledge is their unique sound and their great taste. Come Thanksgiving and Christmas, turkey fragrance fills the house and nothing goes to waste. I know that the dove has symbolic meaning, one

A thought starts a fire loosening the lips. I want to scream. Between dreams and stars a sky hung with inverted moon. The desire springs a scythe but cannot cut a jellyfish of eye. A sunstroke was speechless without a

Drown I want to in the sweet buzz you create, tunes of wilderness, in my ear, in my mind. Your hue I want to engulf myself, dance in bare nakedness, leave all shame behind, self behind. One whiff of you

A few rough years we have left behind, Of fears, frustration, fights, just blind. Patience is what I needed to teach myself, A very difficult challenge in spite of myself. But as patience started to shine on through, My husband

I have a box and that’s for a fact- from which an act is being lead. With scripts of wild puns that overlap, it banters back while remaining intact! Equipped with taunting realizations that retort- with hiss as they push

When black ink spills across the sky The time when ravens roam the heavens When the mythical beast gobbles up the sun Robbing me of the light I need to survive It becomes too dark for my preference. Pitch-black, that

A toxic tongue laps the ocean and fish goes to sleep at bottom. I do not know from where to start. A distraught candle flickers. The blast victim was pregnant and the foetal head got severed off in womb. There

Crock-sockers, We ate ’em all Serve no good, Other than to chew the fat, To bake away the day Motivations like that should be cancelled, As most are being paid for productivity, Not only to wear khakis and a crooked

I don’t know it’s the right turn or the wrong, Walking down the deserted dark road, Knowing not its a puddle filled way with thorns Or a soothing walk on a rosy bay, A beam of sunlight, A ray of

Sore soul seeking for help, Thus before him, confess Bridges badly broken to carry on Oppressed mind through criticism Weaknesses to hinder positivity But, hope on Majority accounts no space for worthy Behind one’s back, they swear Fallen and rose

Once upon these rocks Sat a maiden glowing Hair tossing wildly In the wind, just flowing But lights grew dimmer With the sun that’s setting The sky turned greyish And night started falling. Never was a night so dreary As

She was pensive Sadness looming large on her face She failed to manage What was hurriedly needed She just passed her twelfth class She craved to do graduation But circumstances looked stubborn to deny favors to her Father with all

Friend, not a companion but one who understands. Years, distance and time does not come between us. How pleasant are our sparse reunions. You’ve comforted, have always been there for me. Not only in my hour of need but also

October evening besets on topping hill Dividing the cluster of hilly heads in twin shapes One in foggy spell another of lighting face with cloudy embrace. Behind the cloudy veil lies the snowy peaks Overlooking the hill church spire, old

It was about 8 am. I was just walking. The weather was freezing, I remember, but it was a lovely day. And I was just walking. And the trees looked sad. And the grass seemed blue. Kind of a depressing

I am a nomad of thousand unsettled dreams. a leaning tower of tortoises approaching to my shore to lay their eggs of pain and prickles. a seagull fetched her paranoiac food from my bleeding liver . let me sleep on

How wonderfully great it is to be human, This phenomenal thinking godlike specie, With the potential to explore the universe Yet with intentions of being mostly sleazy. Living in a garden of land, water, and sky, A living vessel so

  Her sparkling Eyes forced me to continue to Live which otherwise I never wanted to Even the sea appears to be thirsty enough to drink the nectar of her beauty Who ever has drawn her sketch has done so

On your face the shadow of a transparent wound bungles the capricious climate of the death of a thought which you could not carry very far. And that was all when I asked you some questions about life. You started

I’ve got these friends called Sree and Pri They always make me Tulsi green tea A technical wizard that is Sree His yogi looks Deceive even me Always connected and never offline Sree always somehow Finds the time Meanwhile Pri

Today I sit on the pinnacle of trust knowing that my poems will reach the masses I look past all the critics who claim,” Your not good enough to be a poet”. Put my thinking cap on and hold to

When just a little boy inured to bodily harm I stuck a bean inside my button nose which caused parental fright and alarm yielded putrid odor like weeks old black pearl jam stuck between toes Foul fumes a nauseating offal