Wired Poems

The cough syrup and amphetamine Don’t seem to mix, in nineteen-ninety Six, and I throw up in the Communal showers, from Impurities. The sight Of the silver fish helped. Tony, in room eight, no longer Around. Dragged his corpse From

How I chose to live my life. I’m wired at birth, my personality in place. I’m sculpted as a youth my environment had its say. The combination of both molded me as artists molds clay. With all this in place

Lighter than a feather, when weighed on you though, never heavier, Rain in the storm, blown away I’m torn, open up, it’s not like the norm Adored but not shown, praises that become worn, Show me the love, where’s the

Mankind began as a troop animal. Living amongst its own kind. Stepping out of the trees onto the Savanna. Mankind became a wander, small family bands bound by blood. Millenia past, mankind developed farming and the wanderer settled down. Small

Just an observation, To the moment close by; Your eyes sneaking out of window, But mine are stuck to thy. A strange feeling, Afraid, don’t know how to make a move; Waiting to get a glimpse of your Ming, Just

Always he was picking up and counting the pins to distill the essence of rainbows and find the symmetries of elementary laws and eating leftover words from the table. The terrorists had wired his house and he was not aware

The Singapore-schooled child Is bonsai-born to perfection; His hair doesn’t grow wild; His mind has no inflection. He is just the rare inquiline His islanded government ordered For in his rinsed head is recorded A rhyme: toe the line or

The advent of the new Century, Brought rapid strides in Technology. Obsolete, became MS DOS, Replaced now, by Windows. Standalones got wired, through LANS, On-line, real-time, brought WAN. Close on heels, came E-mail, To see information Sail. Mere surfing of

Your name seems to be carved on the heart since ages, You definitely have captivated every bit of it in cages, It is all yours forever, Oh dear, don’t leave me ever, I write your name sometimes on the shore,

Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.

Bloodshot eyes in heads so wise, they queued outside the door The men whose work began right there, at Tommy’s on the moor. Hands thrust deep in pockets to betray the shaking bones Of weather-beaten fingers whence they laboured sand

Humans are animals, same as the rest. We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do. What makes us different is what’s in our heads? We think, we plan, we build, we progress. Human minds have grown to

This is the road that leads to my father’s home It is old and dusty with bullock-carts creaking, Carrying the heavy weight of the freshly cut sugar-cane To the mills nearby for our sugar laden tables, Piled in our court-yards

The dreams I’ve failed to find Have left holes in my mind And I’m tired of waiting for things to get better As I peer through the glass Those dreams come to pass Like a long forgotten letter The wind

Better I not know the truth and remain aloof of the fact, at times it is best to ignore and live just like that. Some truths are painful they cause lot of uneasiness, but ignorance seldom keeps you guarded and

Silence they say speaks louder than words Do you really hear me? Not here, nor there, know not where But through silence, do you hear me? Memories tender that I hold so near some so dear though some not so

She is like the vastness of the earth, so confusing, Her beauty is fatal, her heart fierce, her body delicious, Many not withholding, in love Cause it’s a battle worth fighting for, She is the Angel their mom said to

Never we had a chance To see face to face Never we had a chance To sit and talk side by side We live under the same moon We share the same sunshine Still we are from different places. Though

I held in my hand a cherry stone And dreamed of a tree that would bear me fruit I planted it deep within the earth And with sun and with rain it began to shoot With tender stem it stretched

Our souls felt cold, and our hearts were dry That was the day my family began to die Though by God’s grace, we did survive, We could not resist asking him why Our lovely daughter met an older guy who

The glittering tree And the shivering star Fused, Fusing, witnessed an unusual bond forming, formed, accompanied by wine oh so red oozed, oozing, from lip to lip, from eye to toe, quivered, quivering. Eventually Sanity struck and the blackness of

The whistle blows to sound the charge and over the top they bustle and barge, covered from head to toe in mud and soon tainted with flesh and blood. Up the ladder with slippery rungs, a scream of rage from

Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima The little girl named Hiroshima, lived in Hiroshima, Japan. Just when she was 13. A nuclear attack struck and she said “Bye Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima.” The empty glassed sand and destroyed buildings were left, And Hiroshima. She

Was busy carving out the white clouds like stanzas, unflawed. Now I begin to fall apart. No meaning was left in a drink. You could see only your image drowning in a scented charity. At last I am watching myself.

He couldn’t help wanting it pain of shame like a cinder Satan tucked it under his ribcage stray cats came and sniffed him he wouldn’t move pea gravel denting his patella there was another boy riding it back and forth

As the becoming abhorrence, Becomes, My shattered self emerges Antipathetic,so Averse and gripe. I find the resentment, Take control. My cosmos engulfed, By tides of detestation. My love, my life, I see turning to hate. Objections and repulsions, Are all

Life dream from which I cannot wake, Bonds strangely strung and treasured, All reflections upon the surface of a lake, With the truth below unmeasured.

Tear these eyes out of these tired circle of bones, make them see beauty hidden beneath the frailness of lost perfection. The doom so seductively draped in velvet only to offer to the life dance. What I chose is whispered

Inspired by your love, I would crave to find the burning bush; The rock that Moses stood on, covered by your hand. And in that silent Holy bush, I kneel and make my stand That I will love you all

Here and now is the moment to become the tide and time in life over run in moments we are set as a sand in hand sifting in the wetness of a land crumbling sand As drifting minutes bear no

Was isn’t the same as is, nor can now Be the equal of then and likewise that which will Is yet not yet, dividing in the first few seconds Into myriad trajectories flung apart At light years per second into

In your eyes I have seen the fear Of the silence that follows death. Un-erasable, un-quiet-able silence. Of the loneliness that ensues And the realisation – That the dead will never return. That no matter how earnestly you try Conversations

It’s amazing how much I’ve fallen for this boy I just wanted to know his name People were making fun of him but I don’t think of him that way I thought he was cute, adorable, even his name was

Atop our heads, we place a special hat, We pull it off and that’s where verse is found. We look to Sklyark’s flight if we fall flat, Then link our words to pictures that resound. The muses visit us and

And God one day Saw from His Throne A lonesome worm Worming all alone He asked the worm A drink, my friend A beer or rum Look! A range of Glen A drink for sure The worm obliged And called

Stop laughing Start crying Stop trying Start dying Giving up Now giving in All because you think you can’t win This race isn’t yours You don’t keep score Anymore You hit the floor You say “I can’t and won’t take

From early youth the boy wished his father dead the way he touched his mother and all the things in the house he claimed ownership his stench left behind overwhelming hallways and the breakfast nook pomade and flatulence his inevitable

We are the visible manifestation of a much deeper design. Like the tip of an iceberg most of what we are is out of view. Science tells us that only four percent of what makes up the Universe is visible

Overcast and drab evening with ominous shroud dark Distant rumbling crackle akin to giant ignited spark Adding to swelling misery in my moments desolate Craving for little company to someone try and relate Swallowed up with solitude for sane sense

Through the trials and tribulations Let the heavens shining light breakdown An devastation but never let the pain of her king Being taken become forgotten because little do we know We were witness to an angel with the power to

Just an infinitesimal trace of light there Like a candle grown dim at the foot of the stair, Just the whisper soft motions of long, long ago That have dwindled away in the candles’ soft glow. Just the dawn calling