Yougoistic Poems

I am who I am Nothing else just myself No concentration, no dillutions Just only the way I am.. You may think me as illusion But I exist in real I am who I am For those out who wish

The Fly lurks around putrid matter and delights in savouring human waste. The distasteful things we love to hate satisfy his insatiable taste for foul smelling things that are better cast in the bin from our very sight. He does

World seemed so calm before we met A burned soul left ashes of regret All day I have searched deep inside A glint in shadow seemed to hide This night had the wildest experience And your tantalize was more intense

I look upon a face so familiar Always the same, yet ever changing. This day are you friend or foe? You exist not to inform, Nor to advise. Your face reminds me of what was, What is, And what is

A society that has to put all types of animals in cages and not let them free Consequences make it because humans will kill anything even you and me The human race has won and lost so much can’t you

In the silence of night In the brightness of day I often wonder who are they Who being miles away Touch my heart touch my soul Touch my life Touch my very existence From that long distance Each morning, each

Have you seen a dream crumble, I just did Not one sound it made, nor a mercy bid Silently and softly it shed its tears Finally unbounded from all its fears Some piercing pain I felt Something perishing and foul

Indeed if I play the victim can’t feign but it’s a fact Balance forever skewed short changed not exact Deprived of a fair share in an equitable level field In situations near similar had always but me yield Moments utter

OH ; THE PROTECTOR Oh my Lord ! the saviour of the world please listen to the plight of those you created and introspect whether you really are their protector You decorated their life with desires and destroyed them with

The absent moon in a tea cup without milk. Lips reaching moon like a reprimand. A spider’s kiss. Unmothered story, contempt untitled: Surface-tension. The speed of space in motion like winter smoke. The sun buried the snow in your eyes.

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

That essence Those hands, that body that caresses who breastfeeds us that gives us life starting an eternal struggle who always leaves his teachings Their loves his consolations That essence that multiplies in the sister, in the aunt, in the

It’s not by the gun that the deed is done, The deed is done by the gunner. It’s not the trigger that moves the finger, It’s the finger that moves the trigger. it’s not the barrel that puts you in

Wane most delusions of own personal strife Pinched all trimmings with potential just rife Reverie broken barely day turned into a night Upon boarded journey time was now to alight Urge though nurtured yet life along moved Regrets now company

so, like always, morning comes and brings with it news none browses but the pages sit still on the table, irate indifferent we go about our lives, erase the outline we spied, out of the corner of our eye on

She wants to be remembered, A chant, a whisper, a name, She thinks to herself that if she really shut her eyes, Would the world notice she is gone? All the she hears are raindrops against the roof The rustling

Lost Destination I peep through the window: they keep running with the mobiles humming warming up their frozen spirits till the last breath in them. They run every morning on the bank of the lake to be afar from the

A child who was more of the trees, Than of any man I knew, Whose laughter tinkled in the breeze, And mingled in the dew. Oft In the speckled summer shade, Pleasant dark and divine, In the beauteous forest glade,

I was on top of the ‘world’, When I was promoted to the rank of the ‘director’. I got a very hefty salary hike, Which was such a ‘delight I felt I am the ‘greatest’, Whom I thought none can

Staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the wall, at times, silence gets too loud! So i ask myself,”why me”? My inner self replies,”someone had to come to the hem of hell, To witness the truth and tell the

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

Friends from a journey greet me Their smiles warm and yet their eyes speak a different tongue. Returns one from a path of brambles and sharp stones And hot winds and chilling shadows But yet his eyes sing! And another

Come take my soul lend me your heart for just a day maybe so I can find solace – I need some peace in my life from the running cup –

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

This is a story of growing up in beige HDB flats High-rise homes that dot the lavender sunset Of void-deck soccer, of sizzling kachang putehs And of the kids in khaki shorts and white, loose singlets As their jubilant laughter

Spurred the kerosene to burn the logistics. I had moved on untrodden snow of tanned gifts. There was no tomorrow for me, living from moment to moment. The warships had moved into positions. Adoring the monotheisn, I still loved many

One Summer’s night I sat alone, As I had often done before, Enthralled by moonlight dancing, hither thither on my chamber floor. I heeded not the mournful wail of hunter borne on feathered wing, That rent the air: a false

I am caught in your web of lies. All these games you play I despise. Where is your heart? That’s something you must decide. Unanswered questions lay on my mind..and make me worry from time to time. I look at

I saw her walking down the long winding road I felt her rustling among the leaves She merrily sprinted on the green-brown branches She felt the moist clouds on her finger tips I felt her running through my veins I

Little yellow wings creature, bright just like sun shine of nature, come out of its safest zone, to see the world on its own. Amazed to see tall buildings, glass flowers and iron trees blinking, then It seems hungry at

It was dark and scary, it was so weird to have the thing so close, so near. I see it all the time, but it’s never this close, it stole all my hope. It’s dark and scary, it’s big and

alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris – McGeehan First borne progeny to the late Harriet and current octogenarian widower Boyce Harris her birth delivered more than the sum total of a healthy baby girl, she gurgled with contentment as

Some always want everything to go their way like the biggest protagonist And spend sleepless nights in search of a way to be the biggest antagonist Expecting to maintain their luxurious and privileged life styles like a true monarchist Yet

I may not be aware of what Life has taught me but one thing is sure God teaches me every moment I live I curse the almighty for all the injustice he has done to me But I do go

nothing more frightning than waiting for an uncertain arrival, but then that uncertainty seems but a minor prick under the skin, one overtaken and masked by the uncertainty within. the answers very slick and sly which is why we have

I’ll impregnate the wind with sin he said, while frolicking a gentle and sterile composite. I am only man, and madness is who I am, for length and breadth of depth is almost equal to unjust concept , live and

The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half

It was past endurance. Flattened rage went into shaking palsy. He moved into sculptured dark like false reason, to defend the ankle-bone, for sequential pain. Every one seemed a fallible saint wet eyed, sitting on extinct volcano, between tickling bombs

A short poem …on fledgling dreamy Love. An enchanting world of two beings, Where exist blissful feelings An Elysian world of love and care Made for that perfect pair… There disaster wouldn’t dare to knock For love shall eliminate any

Vivid and varied hues of nature, Innumerable shades of nature our eyes capture. Shades of green beyond our imagination, Unimaginable varieties leaving no explanation. Mesmerising sights, delightful moments, During spring, a grand show nature presents. Shrubs, vines, creepers and trees