Caution Poems

An escalator is an insatiable ogre gesturing a continual ragged-nailed come hither promising what is kept at its end is to be desired beyond candy, beyond any comfort of family. it breathes a single anticipatory breath an idiot predator focused

BEWARE ! The stagnant tranquil lake like Yeats’s ‘murderous innocence’ veils hideousness never welcomes any to its abode. The white liquid milk bears dear chemical venom, poisons the hungry kids with its unforbidden dread. The crystal clear rosy liquid in

Every time has a beginning and the laws of the universe are binding that’s why your soul grows weary, the curse, if you are not law abiding, seeing things blurry and of course, staring into the distance during that divine

What is left to come across? everything seems to be lying open fatefully exposed before i could reach. Potbellied realities were reluctant to change they seemed to retire with confusions of shadows and full stops. There seems to be so

Though not a right, may I seek a fading, but yet worthy pursuit? For the many whose pursuit of chastity in marriage grinds to a halt, Could it not be due in part to being pulled toward illusions of grandeur?

It is 11.30 at night- A night train is appearing into our sight- Porters are walking up and down the station, They are keeping watch on train’s arrival with great caution- They are frantic to the passengers- who will get

There are just too many ghosts here To this haunted villa… Another day, another month, another Year well this is driving me crazy I’ve got to get out of here You make me nervous and I can’t Deal with the

I would die for you No great sacrifice I would take a bullet for you No significant loss I would let the knife tear through for you No fear in my eyes I would die for everybody No tears would

I started on a journey Irrespective of my fear I aimed for the pinnacle On my passion I would swear I refused to relent Thought my path was clear I was blissful, full of inspiration Ignorant in my approach Seemed

We have tasted the warmth of passion for the first time since the departure of the Fallen One. Its tender sweetness has almost been forgotten on our tongue. The Traveler has impacted us more than we thought possible. Such intensity

Love… The definition of Complexity in it’s entirety It’s never a stranger To it’s stranger ways Yet, in flux What shall I do Wade within caution Hope for tepid waters Nay, I say But, unafraid dive right in Rules here

One may have lower IQ but his convincing capacity can make the listener lose a bit of his own IQ One may have higher IQ but lack of his self confidence can result in utter failure to convince the listener

That’s not a dagger which stabbed me down That’s your betrayal which hunted me down An enemy, a hunter doesn’t bother me Its you and you, which really hurts me Surfing the waves, you landed on the lonely island Wasn’t

There are just too many ghosts here To this haunted villa… Another day, another month, another Year well this is driving me crazy I’ve got to get out of here You make me nervous and I can’t Deal with the

Dear Barbara I have attempted to shield you from uncaring and mean spirited people, thinking that I was helping you. I have tried to coral and box you in, caution and counsel you, thinking that I was helping you. I

His uniform starched and ironed parade style proudly, he stepped down from the squad van Nothing depicts him from the regular combatant except the fiber helmet, considering the hazard of his job; this looks pretty light, one would say He

Lovers are doomed right from the start, because they follow their hearts. Just because… They leave behind the sanity of their minds. The sheer magnitude of emotions. The scary depth of feeling turns them blind. Their hearts so full of

The lubricant of all human interactions Calming the storm brewing in my teacup Hurling me out of the dangerous explosions That will tear me into a million little shards “Excuse me, what did you say?” Is the caution phrase Something

Walking through the orchards and dreaming as the soft summer wind comes lifting the scent of orchids in the air… well I’m all smiles today as last night keeps repeating its self in my mind I can still hear you

Be it at 9 in the night or 6 in the morning, she is required to quicken her pace, She lives with worry lines that crease her forehead, with fear that clouts her face, She isn’t allowed night outs, parties

With the golden eyes of a pharaoh – Her forebears brought down lions – Under the sweltering skies of the high veldt: Lithe and supple, fleet of foot, She covers this northern turf With ceaseless leaps and bounds. Her loyalty

Her words spit out as I feign interest with a nod. Then silence, A forceful pause, Her stern gaze pries. Though I’ve learned to hate her way, My words come out wrong. “I will not go!” “I will not be

My friend I look at you My friend I know what you do Inviting all to come and see Living free in simplicity Flying through the sky unbound Envy of those on the ground Swiftly soaring eager wings Enticing song

What a frustration; after all that warmness which overflowed me by falls of light, I find myself just a crippled shadow of war. I am the heir of green laughs. Here is my heart, look at it. Do you see

I know at the moment you can’t see a good outcome arise But with given time you will be alright, you just need to realise Realise how special you are, the caring, sharing soul you can be Let beauty on

Clouds strayed in the sky Like lambs in the pasture; Winds roared at the high Like lions in the leisure; Thunders struck on the roof Like shoots of the troop; Fears brood in the heart Like snakes creep in dark;

dark matters are floating like bowls made of leaves spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates from rails, nothing will move now except the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas sitting in scorching sun,

Soil and soul be united Human kind alive after the huge creatures Gifted heart and mind, to run the globe Sense be the trigger, curiosity be the ammo. The unknown become the well-known Seed become foods, speech become theories Scratch

I eke out, darling, I eke out I am ill and poor as you are On the gold and under the membrane You took everything, the angel and the devil There are things, Things I hide from my friends Things

All of the flowers of all the tomorrows Are held in the seeds of today All of the dreamers have moments they borrow Without much intent to repay All of the highways in all new directions Are open to all

Am unwell, perhaps the flu. I read an advertisement about a book exhibition and I think about you. Lots of books, little catches my fancy, poke around and pick a few, my eyes fall on a ‘Rs 50 only’ sign,

I don’t remember What it was in that moment, That it all began. As if all that started Was on a sabbatical! And now that I know ‘now’, denouement is denied. Lurching and limping, from love to half-love. Scrounging for

The lines she wrote still linger in my mind, So full of care, caress and sweet regard, That when I sleep, in dreams, I still would find, Those very rhymes from such a lovely bard; The words though parted by

There is another sky of brighter days where empty heart has its fill, where another beauty glimmers on the blades of grasses. Another sunshine shoots its arrows through the clouds of a new sky. never mind my faded dreams, never

My soul desires to get there, It won’t be by fate I think, To keep my ways clean, Yes I long to get there, Will you make it my better half? They say chosen few will make it there, I

Sitting in silence surreptitiously meditating on the everyday turmoils and confusion that repulses even the most hard-core reality driven populists Thoughts come and go within the realm of preposterous assumptions that convey nothing of importance Just pass the time as

When the street was becoming alive man had become a charged bull, goring the god to death. My father wept, took the corpse home, that was his child. In the wild fire, a tall eucalyptus had burned, turned black. What

What happened to the dandies Those gentlemen of the grandest Culture Destroyers of dreaded boundaries Mockers of meaningless morality Inquisitors of a profound lack of imagination Guardians of good taste Messengers of modernity What happened to those 19th century hipsters

Well and Paybacks are hell aren’t they But you can’t say you didn’t have it Coming… Respect me and I’ll respect you Disrespect me and I’ll disrespect you It works both ways… Don’t make it harder on yourself now Than

A glowing presence appeared before me; was I awake or was I asleep? I thought her first a stranger; she wasn’t a stranger at all. “What is your name?” I asked. She answered: “My name is Photon.” I thought how