Tropics Poems

It wasn’t me who invented love by ignorance the same way the painter doesn’t have the heart to mix pure colors it was there in the times when I used to swot the differences between useful, beautiful and pleasing first

Sun glistening off the tropical bay. White cotton balls float by reflecting Suns rays. Surf down below melodically soothing the way. Vistas of ocean from the left to the right, spotted with green jewels enhancing the sight Sea birds floating

In the heavenly abode of dense tropics , lies mighty Ashoka, medicinal Neem and ancient Banyan recounting tales of bygone era , mingling with smiling primrose , naughty berries , listening to roaring lion , chatting cuckoo, all living together

Picture a diamond spinning against the dark, flinging back the brilliance of a sun. Move a little closer – you’ll be stunned how lakes and oceans flash, how ice-caps spark. Zoom in lower still and see the forests, so vibrant,

She wore the meekness and grace of the gods and was shapely beyond compare. In that pageant aura, had about her the fearless abandon of Diana At The Bath. I did not spy on her, for fear I could lose

Every lesson, whether drama or art There’s always laughter from us that will part Something funny must have been passed around We’ll try to stay quiet, but still make sound The teacher stops, to either smile or frown They look

Dragging the floor, Like a mangled doll. Facing a decrepit wall, Rip it off like paper. The blackness of void, Like a pool of ice water. Out a silver hand outstretches, Rippling the wall. You’re pulled inside, soaked by the

The last signs of man’s existence, Are a full forty miles away. The flowers blooming in nascence, Are scattered all along my way. The last thing from out yonder, Is this serpentine stream beside, Leaving me and I to ponder,

I had a heart which knew to care But had a problem…. wanted all things to be fair. Did not realise….. love is beyond any need Beyond anger, anguish, pain and any greed. The heart cried and cried Till the

What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed

2,000 AND SOMETHING YEARS LATER We still need him more than ever… Of course his wasn’t the best of times but Things just keep getting worse and now It’s here to you’re and mine… Well and I just can’t stand

I turned,by chance you raised your eyes and two worlds that never met saw the other side both wondering who’s that that froze my time both pondering what was that that caught the mind we realised our wants were the

The dawn is how you look, when the sun rises, you rise to help us, it’s you when we need, we call. For you are the one who fights for us,sometimes irrelevantly, these things of you make us all adore

Men, Women, Children Brothers and sisters Be not blind to the temple of the body Be aware To exterior Of the heart, The actions of The soul The state of mind And the flow Of emotions the earth that will

Life is so much like a ship in a stormy sea, Always dicey and hard. You have to become a smart sailor, In order to make your way through those thunderous yet subtle waves. It checks you time and again,

Decorative floral arrangements along the sinking coasts Separative morales deranges my song and inkling notes Charrington’s coral courageous and strong linking two boats His passion lays in the rubble of ruin, up in smoke She’ll cash in roaring winds and

first there’s feeling what is there can’t be rushed but sure can be ignored been doing that most of my life who would have thought that trying doesn’t help and stopping does so every once in a while I’m quiet

“Come on, you know you want to give us another song,” My God, if you knew how much those words were wrong. “You don’t have a real job, you only have to sing” I’ll tell that to the tax man

The fleshless hands lift the obscene violence of man for life after. The vacant eyes will search for the keys to open the sea of blood, faltering on umbrella of imitation rain of democracy. Age reaches the wolf’s den I

The peaceful night The stars and the moon The wind sea The stargazing.. How lovely is it? Away from busy city,people and noise. Only you and nature. You feel peace in heart. Peace in mind. Deep inside we all long

‘Don’t create fog’, covering truth, people say, afraid of fog, For me, the invisible beauty, nothing to cover, but be here, With me, at least in the morning and evening, as my love, To cover ourselves, as we walk, embracing

Oh my little angels, you are the apple of our eyes we feel the touch of God in you and we dream of experiencing in future a heaven like atmosphere on this very nation from your holy and sincere hands

I wondered, What does freedom mean to me? Perhaps, it could be liberty From the internal struggle, That I undergo everyday… In the distance, Through my window, I saw a little bird in a cage, And I wondered, What would

Nature is Natural. Nature is Wonderful I have never seen anything more beautiful than nature An afternoon breeze expels cold air, Along with the fallen green leaves. The sun hiding beneath the trees, Making my skin warm The music plays

As I write as I type as I wonder as to why I think about the thoughts that are passing by Like clouds above the winds has moved Blowing strong and growing cold as fall is almost through A gusty

I’ll let you know some things if I may, Like a captor addressing a prisoner to be. Words like ropes that do not fray, I am locking you in my poetry. It is selfish of me to hold you like

You tend to ostracize the apparition setting the real culprit free. It does not matter to pretend now, a damaged house has become a burden. Who was playing the enmity card? Hammered, eyes wide open I start documenting the deceit

Tonight moon will write a poem on my hand about an almond love. I find a breeze. Nightmare: I was caught stealing words from your lips, a lark flies into death, paralyzed by peace! I will have the baby, I

What is marriage? giving 50% of yourself to your lover? Better yet is it giving 100%? Is it a commitment to stay committed to what yall already to commit to? Is it the thought being able to lay next to

Tattered clothes that were barely there Her tortured soul was threadbare too. She mirrored our impotent helplessness In the face of destiny’s dire performance As we watched her bizarre life played out. Every time I saw her writhe and squirm,

Tight spaced enclosure Swelling of my own inner expense A feeling as if it is over it is over What else is there to give? Living as though incapuslated Fearful of the future for that has gone cold Never thought

And painted so Although I am instead Just red Around the corners of my nose Where the nostrils bend inwards Towards the life giving mucus To germs and what not I am also Black with dirt Under my otherwise Surgically

A quirky beginning provides a funny story to share Fits of stops and starts when suddenly, beautifully The friendship is built; a vessel to carry lives A port to weather many storms Though this is not yet known Years of

How will I forget the sunny day when I was repeating the routine of usual Sunday I was looking at the canopy from where the rays came oh god !! I was feeling so lame I could feel the rays

Battle remains between white and black, a synthetic truth and a bald faced hornet. Aching violence was spreading on moon. I was tossing around the stars placing the apostrophe in the end. There was a conflict in pain and the

Greying streets whisper cold dust, a different time Their utterance echoes,carves on my glass mind. They hush a hymn so soft, it dangles like innocence, from an old child. I, an antique vase made to their design. Greying streets whisper,

I flew to a great height Working hard day and night With pride all along my flight With everyone to cite Fate stuck with a smite cut the chord of my kite Which was thick and tight And I fell

Have you ever had a love so wrong that it’s not? What about a friend, so ugly that they’re hot? I won’t deny it, I don’t feel this way a lot. Maybe I’ll make an exception… I hate you’re far

The aisles in my brains Twist into crooked lanes They curve and bend Around corners on end As I think, a bulb flickers on; Proverbially almost. Illuminating the sidewalks Dimly, then brightening up, Then blacking out at the epitome of

​ little do you know that I’ve given you my heart. that I’m ready, and prepared, for if you tear it apart. little do you know that I think of you at night. that I wish you were here, and

There’s an angel that lives in the sky He has strong black wings And knowing eyes He comes to the earth to capture souls He shows no mercy He takes both young and old There’s another angel that lives in