Non-poetic Poems

I am not a Poet, with legacy, nor do I sound poetic.. At times, in an impulse to explore my wildest emotions, words spill out, blocking way to rationalism.. in those verses in different shades neither rhyme, nor reason.. Trust

Linked arms, looking into the future, my daughters, In jim-jams, bought from Sunday markets, Off the Thame Road, and your beautiful young faces. This picture of a world I no longer have, imbued With all the scattered sadnesses of time,

Here I am, Standing in the dock once again. For the evil one had sought and gotten an appeal of God’s prior judgement. With his legal standing, The devil named me as the respondent. And intiatiated the service of progress

We Start every morning like the old Silver Fox We get out of breath putting on our socks We look in the mirror and make such a fuss there’s two old people looking back at us We stumble to the

A marble calm under the shaky gaze was parsing the human pain. I would lift the calculated grief from folded earth. You feel badly bruised and racial war becomes anathema. Past the age eyesight dwindles, cannot identify the faces of

If day’s had been much brighter and the west wind far less biting, with paths sufficiently straighter and avoiding fruitless fighting. If clearer thoughts pervaded with our goals so set in stone, if the tyrants and dictators would just leave

What to love and how to flourish How to explore the beauty of soul How to caress and how to nourish All in self with more control It is but sincerity with grace Which makes one more at ease It

Pride and joy But don’t toy with nature Conserve the future Sweet and sour Change by the hour The two sides of life Of trouble and strife Beg, steal or borrow You’ll still pay with sorrow Tomorrow never knows And

I was scrolling through a few of the #MeToo posts on my timeline, when, I thought I’d bring a few questions clawing my mind, to the society’s attention – How could you throw the unassuming girl child to the ants,

Grief swoops in and steals your soul Taking you hostage You are bound unable to move You are wracked with pain You beg to be free Your mind, screaming out and then Silence…. Grief  wins You surrender Allowing grief the

As the dark night was rising The waves were also raising high and high as if telling me, they won’t let me take a sigh They raised and raised as if they were in a great haste and were treating

I have been on this journey for a long time. As long as I have Jesus I am fine. Every day I sing and pray. No longer on this earth do I wish to stay. I will not give up

The restless legs take you, weightless, to marshes to find the stilts. The sea was rising. What was inside our tongues; such unclosing stink, we were afraid to spit it out? The wronged angels were waiting. A topless soul wanders

It twitched on the day when clouds were born the day when the fool notion of gender, took a flight the poll was asked, changing lives to monstrosity … Are you a man, or a woman? a gay, a bisexual

Dear love, I have always wanted to understand you more, But first of all, you must know you are the one who I most adore. Dear love, will you stand by me through the most rugged journeys of all? Dear

Oh and after all this time I’ve known you it never did cross my mind that you could be the one for me, was it Jupiter or was it Venus that has opened the door to love now after all

Myth has it that the riches of the rich are good for all the people And such a fable has got so many performances that it’s easy To be swayed into thinking that it’s just the truth. But when I

How do I start this journey to your heart? From charts or auguries for direction? Should thousand ships from port with me depart, Yet East or West, where lies your affection? As steepest slope, ravines or swiftest stream, May stand

She beamed melancholy Her darkness a beacon, My eyes captivated By the tilt of her smile. Skin of scars begging To ease, save, steal, To rebuild upon her stars, If she’d have me. In letters, then laughter She came willingly,

She says: I can smell the fear of your incompetence I harness you, to make real my “creativity” Your sweat nourishes my creation As I milk your labour to polish my David. Your gnawing stomach, I feed with ideas Pickle

I am in love with the infinite space that you provide. The calm found after each second anxiety ceases to exist, revealing that all will be fine. An invisible duct of constant wonder. You never cease to amaze me. Your

In downy pink I watch you go my sun, at night you will pluck moon flowers. In half-moon eclipse the morning glory will wake me up in dew, alighting whole night on the rose branch. I still smell your lips.

As I approach the fourth quarter of my life and I look back at the trees that I have Planted from seed, and watched as they grew, each new branch that formed I gave Thanks For every branch and bough.

Blue bike(Northern dialectably) A bicycle that’s new was blue and swankity it had 52 spokes all chromed and silver fancery That bike was mine I rode up hills to see the countery and down dales to go fast and rode

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 ,

Beautiful golden haired Autumn Angel Don’t look so sad tonight, if the man you Gave your heart to isn’t here tonight Then do you really need him in your life? If you want my opinion, you deserve A whole lot

I feel all alone In a dark place with no sign of life Sign of life being happiness and love The dark place is in my head Cause I have created this place for myself to escape the reality The

Through the veil of love and care Innocence was taken to task Pleas fell on deaf ears Vampire thrived on tears An intentional infliction of pain Tears began pouring like rain With slander, abuses and rage The naive was kept

Thoughts or ideas charge some neurons, take them seriously and chase them full-on. The charge may cease if not acted timely, it’s said that someone is acting on it rightly. Put full efforts and bring them alive who knows your

If a dog were to worship a Dog-God How would it go? Bow-wow, Roll over, bark, snap or howl, As would any dog? Will it troop or droop its tail, Flail, fawn, whimper or wail? Piteously or piously at the

Love you short, love you tall Love you black, love you white Love you smiling, love you frowning Love you always Love your character than your beautiful face Love your composure than your disclosure Love your confidence than your face

some things are not like other things late afternoon sun on snow a color different from all other colors intimation of warmth sprinkled on the essence of its opposite the fundamental substance of cold my shadow pointing east as I

Lock me in a room full of mirrors. So that, I can see myself a little more clear. What is the problem, which everyone sees? But, I don’t understand, I fear. All the mirrors in the room Can’t lay down

Fragrance of body and sensual delights Help me to explore new beautiful heights When we enjoy and find jubilant flights Rainbow spreads and kisses love kites You and me are together in trance Life has offered this wonderful chance Kiss

I am looking for a moment to get rid of my fear The moonlight shines upon me as I walk the lonely road What a fool I am, I don’t know what tomorrow will be I was sure that I

Compassion, so precious a gift Incomparable to all earthly things So transient and dismally brief Compassion, a myriad of tears Seeing the hungry, desolate and grieving A wish to share their pain and fears Compassion, an opening of the heart

Hold me tightly as a creeper holds a tree, and adores, Kiss me time and again like a wave touches sea shore. Be with me forever as moon and earth stay together, Love me unconditionally as God loves all creatures.

In the moment of silence, there alone, just me, no one else, I feel the terrors of my mind. Breathe… The effect of life on my soul. The raging storm, in my mind, the lack of peace, the power of

The chains of unity bind us together. The cloak of conformity makes us one and the same. The mask of the emotionless shows us that we were made to wear the same face. They tell us that it is good

How deep is the hole I fell into That light does not shine upon my naked soul Am I to live all eternity bound in this grave Once I heard your voice sing but only silence Greets my ears now