Brussels Poems

I wonder, sometimes, why it is a fact, A gifted, handsome man should be alone. My iambic pentameter’s intact, And yet I tend to lyric on my own. Alliteration alienates romance. The ladies scorn my struggle with cliché They scoff,

For the sake of lake, I climbed on the weeping hills to see the other side of moon. The precipice of hunger weighs heavily on shoulders. Capricious time moves inwardly, Strikes at the chest. I set free the love-birds. Conflict

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

Day is flying while night is not She did not turn up instead her unforgettable memory did I loved her so deep sacrificing all my world but in return I only got my name tarnished I am in this shattered

He is an old man now, no longer tall, Shoulders hang, stoop low, as does his head. Hair is sparse, hardly covers his scalp, Teeth are worn, loose, and faintly yellow. Legs once firm and straight, now bowed and shaky.

somewhere out on the island after a bitter flight one of those roads where they let the timber stand stuck to the blind undulations in the landscape peaks and troughs more or less permanent just an empty place for wildlife

It was lack of contusion. The relief had not come. Hours were on after the nobility moved on faulted track. Methane was rising. It was white death: people were coming, people were going. Pure and muddy, the treachery was like

Your eyes are dreamy like a bright night. Or the sun’s reflection on oceans and seas. Your kisses are sweet heavenly bliss, like standing in a forest full of trees, inhaling the summer’s breeze heavenly mist. Your touch makes my

You are like a dawn, Just beginning to be born. Every struggle, every pain, Promising yourself that never Will it go in vain. All so you can be that someone original, Someone who will always be there for you as

You are not the same You writhe in pain from limitless loss Eyes fixed on an untouchable point Thoughts have unrecognizable voices Happiness suffocates beneath an iced over pond Please come to the surface….breathe again But no answer from pink

Teenagers falling in Love is akin to adding fuel to the fire Little do they know the intensity of mutual attraction will fade out burning their heart and soul in no time Love birds feel living apart is impossible they

He was very thin, half naked, one arm broken, glasses cracked. Early morning an owlet will land over its head And give a long hoot. The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly on browsing goats at its feet. I will

Waiting for you, all alone in the dark, Under the moonlight, with flowers in my hand, wearing a white gown… A soft wind blowing… Trees rustling… Stars twinkling… Hoping that you will return to me someday… Till then I will

As I walk this road Down campus life In perpetual mode Will I be a wife? Bitter roads ahead Made of highs and lows’ Hanging out with friends Throwing little blasted blows Dare I write a book Or graduate Give

Expressions stifled by futile ambiguity; banal faces crushed by oppression. truth blind and no scent of levity; sleep while in cold repression. wake to the noise of longevity; time smiles on and on in suppression. bright colours to shift loyalty;

The weakened light Accustomed to patterns of darkness I saw the lie becoming Taking it all for granted The vows broken are many Something I lost forever now You left along the way Now there is no conclusion Indifference consumes

Never being late, Never being fast, Never being slept, performs a watchman’s task, Keeps its sharp eyes on everybody, Works hour can’t be stop by anybody, I usually ask myself, doesn’t he feel tired? He replied; if it would be

Dear Medication, I can’t remember my life without you, I can’t imagine it ever again, You don’t always do what you promise to, But sometimes you help ease the pain. You always fill me with such hope, You’re very deceptive

When I broke off from the warmth of the belly I had nothing decent. When I entered another season I had nothing decent. But I had you. You bore me, nursed me and liberated me from pain. The pain I

What is the Perfect Love? Is it your love for someone? Or someone’s love for you? Can this Love ever be measured? Or is it only to be treasured? Who loves me the most? Is it my Daddy, my Mommy,

A hero demands affection, the heat for a surrogate role of a saviour of oppressed. Deafness increases towards the integrity of a failed man. To become something after impotence with implicit metaphysical rags worn in chains of blind silence. It

One last drop of sorrow just whispered to me When all this time I have been so hollow I smelled a poison,that you could never see And the clouds just blurred my way to follow Still I could not find

Love calls from lips not even known before Whenever strangers care, which is not rare; When close friends share, which can be love when more, For this way often starts a love affair, Where lie joys to partake and pains

Version 2 changes On A Walk in The Park One day on a walk in the park we ran into an arc of the past with a start You ask how many years have passed more than fifty hold fast

Irreverent arsenic of lake bottom was seeping in me I was riding on waves, moon-stuck. The nude shot of anemone, blindfolded after the criminal assault. Why they were throwing the lewed comments? A raw cave of white pain, drags the

When I am scared and lost, Help me find my way back home. When my heart is in search of some hope, Be my shelter in the storm. When I am too tired to walk across the bend, And not

“Does being at zenith of civilization vouch for unleashing mindless violence ? Does being at highest norm of humanity vouch to be swayed by the religious demagogues? Does rebuttal of one human with another vouch for the ‘blood’ of another

Just another fortnight, I walked down the corriders crossing hundred lives at various forks breathing,struggling. wondering,watching In the meantime another promising life passed away to glory someone went berserk snuffing out a hundred more with blazing guns.. Lives limping back

In this endless journey, In this endless pursue, I thought – I was alone, Until, I found someone along with me, Paused briefly – momentarily, I looked back to see – For I thought may be it’s thee, But, It

I can see your face, hear you laugh As if it was only yesterday. I see you run,jump and smile Delight in watching you play. Where have you all gone? You are all still real to me I see you

Night is cloaked beneath a shroud As moon does slip behind a cloud Camouflaged, his darkened face Patrols the perimeters of the base Laid low, like snake he slowly slivers As cold night air does make him shiver And yet

MEMORIES ….. I love your sweet voice , Handling your craziness is my choice . Playing games all day long , and all those stupid questions from nowhere they belong. Sharing every joy or pain , Partners in crime ,

With fruits and flowers bound There stand the mighty trees Bent with the touch of nature And covered with the beauty of love As when upon a trance summer night You are seen as a green of peace Tall oaks

Happy faces Tender and calm, Seeking knowledge Without an alarm. A guiding light In the teacher they see, Journeying with them Is a human being! I want to give, what I could not get, Breaking the barriers that have been

You were born, you’ll be going to die, no doubt! Live the never-ending, everlasting life, escape from death’s mouth. When you were born, the world celebrat’d and you cried. Live the life in such a way, That world should cry

She surfaced from the blue sea like Aphrodite’s child in all her splendor droplets of water sparkled on her body as if she were covered in precious diamonds. I walked over and offered my name she submitted hers so willingly.

Let me go first in the cave to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face, my ancestor, relic of reclusive committment, eaten by hierarchical grass, inch by inch. Calories burn to free the bones from the green pond, beached, skinned and fished alive

Photograph by “Alan Mackenzie” He screamed helplessness and fear, Anger arising in a depth of raw emotion, His exasperating anxiety and despair, This cruel mental decay of Alzheimer’s. Acceptance hung in the desperate air, Petulance always only a breath away,

Do words inspire When spoken in the soft shadows, Of the veiled darkness? Are the lips that utter, The Holy Grail to wholesomeness. When shredded or shrouded In somnolence, Are words, then, A solace? Does silence amplify thoughts? And words,

She is a Mother Yes , She is . By all definitions . For she has given us birth Nurtured and brought up And enabled us to live this beautiful life ! Though invisible , sans flesh and blood She