Boyhood Poems

I am a beautiful man though once I was an ugly boy worms split at the advance of my sneakers they knew what was coming I never shared chocolate turned sour to spite me this is no caterpillar and cocoon

A Steinway upright corners my grandmother’s parlor. As a boy I hid there and fell prey to a 3 p.m. nap. The notes awoke, bearing the boy across land and sea to the shore of an Italian lake where a

From farthest East, or more precise The forests vast on India’s breast, Rose hymns of wisdom that never dies, The words of knowledge, forever best. Those hymns were born from wisest hearts, As throats would trill in sombre shades; They

Shadows and the bravery of the past, echoes of the sounds you spoke of hopes and misery ever last… but smokes of your failure – you choke Behinds the sun, stars dream of evening darkness. Holy Death, leads us to

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

Impossible emptying my head of every bent phrase… The misshapen past crooked and crass –unrepentant lunar lit boyhood errant I against your shallow affect denial (my own story you dare edit or silence because every unacknowledged event is one erased

He is weak they say A thousand more born each day Nothing special or new His abilities are far too few. But, little do they know… Weak though I may be The fault’s in their decree For it is they

He was left inside me, still living but not born. One dark night when bodies heated up, love flourished in the form of lust he was dropped inside carelessly, by that indecent lover. He survived but was not meant to

Winter winter please go Need some warm sunshine Cold nose to cold feet.. A sneeze here a sneeze there God bless you they all would say Mufflers caps jackets will do the trick From the icy chilly winter prick.. My

I forgot my purpose for a while, It pained me when I got hold of it again. Enjoying my life I wandered here and there, Now I am afraid I may not exist tomorrow. What is right and wrong? I

I saw him rummaging in the bin. He looked so dirty and awfully thin. Half clothed for this foul weather. Holes in his shoes made of leather. I walked on by trying not to stare. Was it hunger that brought

When we are born, we begin to die, sometimes we are happy, some times we cry, we all do not see life eye to eye, some hopes are ground level some hopes are high, many like their chicken baked, i

Well I remember I was such a shy guy when you came into my life but I swore to myself I’d never fall in love with you but you kept at me calling me day and night wondering if I

The feelings of despair Around our air, everywhere. Calling out for help, Comes a time for rain… The silver lining shines, And things begin to rhyme! Those clouds of despair, That worry in the air, Those greys in the hair.

It is, first and last, my small kingdom. It has a ceiling closing off on me the gates of sun, stars and curses; it has walls ornamented by my dreams, and a mirror which sleeps whenever darkness passes by. At

‘GANDHISM’ – an eternal truth of divinity, Found in all human individuality ! Struggle is to ‘Experiment’ & find in yourselves, It is not hiding anywhere else ! Empathy for the last one, Is the ‘talisman’ for the ‘Sarva-jan’ !

I’m sad when I’m happy, I feel good when things are crappy. I laugh when I’m upset, I remember things more when I forget. In a crowd I feel alone, It’s always the important things I postpone. I talk the

In love’s brief hour, A new joy is born, quite uncommon, Spelling rhythms of stepping affair coming up. Half drawn eyes glowing, full of fineries, Giving gentle knocks in hesitating heart. It is the glorious hour, being in passion fever,

They ask me if I’m married and I always choose to say, “Yes I surely am, he’s just can’t be here today” I don’t feel the need to tell them for they don’t need to know, The truth is my

The carcass lay on solid ground but no more a part of it as the future not yet found A symbol of the wasteland on which nothing matters and even the winds do not make a sound The driest and

Almighty! Almighty! Grant us each other’s love Grant us Unity Almighty! Almighty! We are you, you are we One commUNITY Almighty! Make me an instrument Of your will Almighty! ‘Til my prayers for peace Are fulfilled Precious Yahweh! To the

Reticent were moon, sky and birds. A pall of gloom spread on the trees. Stoically I rode on the wings of pain, to watch the descending values. A timeless truth separates the charm from lies, and I long for the

Ready, set, go! When I am down and gloomy, When my head feels not-so-roomy, I set my internal clocks And fade out conception blocks. A small lantern can light up the night, And a different point of view can make

Walking through the woods at night Not sure where I’m at The darkness I’m looking into Is overpowering A faint light from the sky Surges shyly through the blackness. But not sufficient for me To see where I am going

How can White define the Spread of days, Speed, a haze, The blank slate, Looks barren. The pause button seems too long- Can perseverance deter patience? Maybe, the force of resistance, Has been guillotined, To the blow of flow. Time,

How can a Love like ours end up this way? How can the pain not go away? I hold onto the memories from all the years. I let it the pain through hundreds of tears. My heart starts throbbing and

Voices that had welcomed the day with prayers of peace and enlightenment, froze, forever. discord of your lunacy bereaved your hearts of feeling the joy of those chants, those songs so you subdued them, with your guns but there will

Dear someone, somewhere soon the presence of the breath you inhale would always be too far away to reach and the smell of your perfume or eau de perfume or eau de toilette or even the way she reads the

A hidden self portrait in a tar pit I do not want to explore further. Wind was making a big sound the tarp blowing off, I stand naked under the scortching sun. A classless pain rises fiercely I am careless

Oh Angel Surround me and Keep me sane in such an insane world as today. Help me to be brave when I am frightened and afraid. Oh Angel Surround Me in your strong, strong wings now and always! Never let

People surrounded but my heart is numb Tears cover my eyes Time goes by Everyone asks why But I never reply Forgotten so many years ago Now why I’m questioned? For what reason I’m alive? Everything is silent. All my

Casuarina! I miss you a lot. Why don’t you reclaim this drab century by your drooping branches, off from the poetry of water? The words are dried up. No rustling sounds, the winged creatures broke the mirrors, a black moon.

Cups of hot water & beans-Ah coffee! and tongues spewing air laden alphabets; from a lazy afternoon till a hazy evening, coffee and conversation.. Of loves & lies and dreams & sighs, mothers & brothers, fathers & sisters; of passions

They’re playing jazz in Leavenworth, ersatz Bavarian tourist trap of Washington State, a brittle-fingered quartet sentenced to the cellar of a failed Bierpalast fake snow sweating down the cinder block walls. the musicians don’t care; music coats their stomachs extra

You know how it is When I see through the prism When rain falls When the bonfires blazes my eye sight When the mud of rain drenched path Makes my mind untidy When that lone dog sleeps Under the foggy

unhinged i wake tying ribbon around the tree of amnesia, the butterfly startles, despairs the blue of humility, all i wanted was the silence of ceremony to greet the prosperity of death in valley of graves, the hungry hyenas appreciating

My body has shredded all skin, no more wild blood shooting in. Running out of its fuel, I feel. There are only bones everywhere I touch & nothing, nothing else left. It is a demeanor, I never chose to be

Hey children ! How happy you are Playing on the beach In pure merriment Leaving aside all past regrets And worries of tomorrows to come Artfully you build these castles in sand With utmost skill and care Decorating them with

Old hawk swoops down on a tree, waits for a drama to enact soon. First sun makes a wake-up call, small insects flock in green field, they dance and sing and have breakfasts. Tiger-bug is hungry too. He arrives, gets