Clairvoyance Poems

How tall and stout were those who wore big armors? I wondered at a museum of heroic ancestors. In self hypnotism I look through future. find machines are giants, people- pygmies, products outnumber their creators, most inhabitants follow train of

Sitting here tonight thinking about you the phone rings and it’s you on the other end you say I was just thinking about you how have you been? I say well I’m fine but it’s kinda ironic I was just

On the blue icicles you were colliding with orbiting electrons naked legs on the rocking chair were expecting the visual words to spook for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyond borders my eyes are damp, I know the bottom was

A sleight of the hand, a melodramatic move; Fate plays its final hand, A royal flush established, a victorious counter-move. Or was it simply you, in tandem with candor? Your misdemeanor forgotten, Simply an existential demeanor? How do you plead,

I lay here feeling a violent hue a ravaged red- a blackened blue mis-taken words- no intent by you triggered the dark! the dark came through it rose to the surface and said its due shattered my heart and destroyed

Tie the knot with my mortgaged life – I have started the self-descent. Don’t leave me alone – I have to unload some debts. It was very disturbing. I have again forgotten my alphabet and become illiterate. Your consent is

The morning sun rises gently, And the dew glistens as diamonds. The waves pound intently, And the grass sways in the highlands. The atmosphere is full of silence As the springtime mildly wakes. ‘Tis the rebirth of the islands, And

If I told you I could end your pain, And bring you joy again and again, If I told you I could stop the fear, And stop you flinching when I near, If I told you I could stop your

Twilight town A black gown Gray eyes with a blue sky but a slight frown Brown hair. Greasy as if colored by a crayon The crown fell down. It can’t be found. A loss of hope A tree with a

A year gone by & just a few days since we met Strong feelings and emotions surfaced With a willingness to connect Unsure if your body or your heart wants more You play the game, you chose to ignore Subtlety

the blue moon rises in the broken October sky a crooked smile crosses her face a tear in un-knowing eyes the puppet master pulls the strings the puppet seems surprised she dances in the moonlight in the yard where graves

There’s a person in my life, who m I love the most; She also loves me, she belongs to the Coast. . We both love each other; But we can’t be one forever. . I shared with her each &

Part 1 – Us A connection, telepathy sometimes. Cup of tea, cup of coffee. Helping hand, kind assurance. Pat on the back, kiss on the lips. You and me and complete loss of words. There’s something between us. A touch

They sent me to straighten my morals, I was a difficult little girl, And my parents were tired of me. “A devil’s child she is! A liar! A thief! Disgusting!” So, after many scoldings and bashful nights. They sent me

Dawn wings glistened in the sun and the rain A story just rainbows can really explain, When silence is much more than the lacking of sound More an image of beauty that seeks to be found Where the sky meets

Your heartbeat pulses against your grace filled throat as a lamb lined up in a row when the spring wind is blood scented and flowers are faint–mild, bee thrummed, delicate beneath the harsh metallic flavor that makes your mind swirl

You don’t even glance when you walk by, neither do I, but what if everything you ever knew was a lie? Stop feeding me your unemotional lines, I could write your crap and post it up on a sign. I’m

I don’t wish success or riches in my life, Not even willing to be great. not eager to know my future, Nor even dissatisfied with my fate… To be true, It will be a great pleasure, if I find you,

Oh rose, in which sweetness evolve my dreams, Aspiring boldly, praying to find ways, To live ideals, which a heart esteems, Which might last longer than expected days; So let the thorns by your charms be out-shined, Your bony stems

Your intimidating eyes Encapsulates the skies Of thunder and hailstorm yet you are so warm.. Those hairs leaning down when no one’s around carelessly kissing your forehead As if something has been left unsaid!!! Ohh..Look at your mole On the

As my happy thoughts of past days suddenly appear, They seem to grow sad as they become clear. I recall my memories as a cheer, But now they seem to fog up like a tear. I want to go back,

Lives untold Lives not read Lives unfollowed Lives not led Some don’t want it Some don’t need it Some don’t have a choice So take it Take it in Breathe the air around you Let life begin Let it end

Long lazy day Cool summer nights Skipping along Flying emotional kites Eyes gaze your way Is it really you A fluttering hope Leaving me blue My heart skips a beat How do I compare Eyes down to feet A flower

Lines on forehead are deepening. No signs of abatement of fire in our bellies. The hunger we inherited is only comforting the mouthless. Broken laughs. Strange bedfellows chopping off the murals from the lips. A body rots, stinks. Maggots fly.

Time passes, memories fade.. that is how our destiny is made.. Now looking back one can see.. How far they have come .. From bunch of friends .. Now they are surrounded by none.. Those sleepless funny nights.. Are getting

Ignite the barren clay, I need some rare elements to tie a thread to the moon. Upstaging the sun. Not aspirational he was stripped to become radical like the dark blood of a white soul. Pentadactylous was losing the big

There’s a stone that rests where the road bends It greets me every morning on my way to work Or so I think I watch it as I pass, and I see it watch me So stoned it looks. Oh

Girl , you just need to be strong Because , may be , he was wrong He left you Because , he never loved you Even though you gave him all of your love He left your heart burning in

A Grandfather means so many things… He gave me the power to become a king He gave me life and a freedom for swing He gave me a gift of Santa and tied a string. A source of strength and

Her eyes hid a shade of beauty A sense of a deeper struggle, restrained behind dried up tears and sealed lips A tale of always searching for acceptance in mediocrity Next to a society determining what beauty is, from a

I’ve always prided myself in being eloquent with the English language. Present perfect tense, Present Perfect Progressive I never did get around to understanding what the present tense was Or rather, being in the present. Most of the time I

When winter comes and skeletons of trees stand starkly upon the snow, I will think of you and your head on my lap before the fireplace . . . skating on the gaunt, deep pond where we made love on

A fickle thing these words can be Vessels for hopes and expectations The building blocks for dreams How smoothly they slip off a tongue Fall on fertile ground and They will grow roots far and deep They stay with you

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

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

I face the cruelty of death With a gun pointed at my head Feelings swarm over my mind Why do we kill each other I will never find Why are some people not so kind? Why do we have enemies?

The Giant Banyan Tree in the country-side, Bunches of thick ropes hanging downward, Full of dark green leaves.Bats hanging from, Its branches with open wings.This ancient Banyan Tree has seen many ups and downs. Our grandmother’s village is calm and

Why can’t you see that I am love? Look into my eyes and you will see the two of us, Locked in each other, earning each other’s trust. Lost in love and feeling loved up. All those times you said

Some science and commerce words are cut to use ‘co’ in shortcut. The intelligent way of stamping saves the labor of writing. Company loses its ‘mpany’ and ‘C0’ never looks funny. Another ‘Co’ presents color of black berry and ‘Cobalt’

Remembrances… A wild laugh, needling rain, choked breath, flashes of pain. Memories slumber, dreams drain! A past I hold, tied to my back. A heavy bulging, under the skin, sack I walk past the stories, of flowers and song A