Zei Poems

You’ve kept my heart’s dynamite aflame You know I can never be the same since your charming kiss did my heart tame. What words can describe your beauty’s fame? No smile can contend with yours’ my dame. It sends sorrow

Since the moment I was born,From the very first start, You loved me unconditionally with every piece of your heart, You changed me, fed me, and rocked me to sleep, You held me close whenever I would weep, Sleepless nights

Petersen House, Washington, D.C. (i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, and the life and death of the sixteenth president in particular). between a hard spot of whiskey and draughts of arrack nonetheless (without doubt),

After a face – off you toss the coin resenting the liquid fame. Frame extracts the price of picture. Compassion for the artist was missing. I suffer in mid moon between darkness and light clarity of rags was improving. Homage

O life, O beautiful lie; Blinding light, release me from your tight embrace, For even the light deceives us, leads us of its own vices Under the guise of splendour and the veil of grace. I have broken down, and

At ethnic moment on the moonfront, artless impressionists of parallel conflicts with anxious looks come to share the self realized truth of mangled uncertainties, watching your own dead body: small chicks huddle together for contemporary thoughts of violence-to kill or

Once, not so long ago, There were many many beautiful flowers, And the exotic winged butterflies, Fluttered around them , Almost in a state of trance. On one such occasion, A brightly winged butterfly, Saw a wilting flower, And chose

I lost my mind I lost control I lost my heart I lost my soul I found my body I learned its role I deeply got to know my soul I found my heart I healed the hole I saw

Our conversations are like kisses to me. Your mouth opens and closes in tandem with mine as we share emotions and intimacies, translating incomprehensible feelings from the hearts of our hearts. I feel you more in your absence than I

The pleasure of anxiety being in its far remove a perpetual huntress Forwards, backwards at all moments present fully swift lithe arm holds a dagger ever changing form and mass one moment a broad baselard next a tight stilletto willy

what does freedom mean to you think before you rehearse the lines given to you by those who claim to fight your battles for you do you want to be free from the phantoms panting in their heads? are you

I once saw a very gloomy old man Whose smile weighed only a gram. I said, “If you tell me what’s wrong I’ll do what I can!” But he just sat there as cold as a clam. He did not

I walk past the old football field, empty, no gladiators, no cheering crowds. PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM WAY BACK! Just echoes of the games once played. Just memories of those standing, watching the turmoil on the

I once sat and observed the movements of an Ant, as he moved across my bathroom floor. He was headed in one direction, and for no apparent reason, he decided to change course. When he changed directions, I decided to

Fast winds and salty sea spray You’re the one on my mind Tanned skin and hair astray How could we have been so blind? Country songs at the background Falling in love with another Could you still stick around? In

Trickling down the sensual masterpiece which is my skin Glides an unsung hero Making its way with no complaint Born today, only to die again I wish to savour each crater Exuding forth from my pores To lock in all

A shrub has matured, acidic earth at the base. Evergreen growing with sun on its face. A journey so long, plucked with craft. With finger and thumb, then lovingly packed. Chosen with vision, experience of structure. The leaf so revered,

Your friend, my friend… Friends again Who else could share… Our fears, tears, smiles, kisses, memories? Painful time when ours is not No heart, no mind, could replace Your face is all I see Your love, all I need… And

Mother, they said I would find you if I looked deep in my heart – an image of love I shall see there that glows in its ramparts. So I looked behind all the walls upon which the drums did

As the line reads, “A friend in need is a friend indeed.” I remember when we both were kids You tried to fulfill all my needs. It didn’t take much time to recall, You stood by me and saved me

In the beginning flowers used to blossom The flowers never worried about winter The vivid spring was there to welcome the bees Man later grew wise in Eden Nature got poorer and poorer , trees were cut down Our owned

The days are past, long since forsaken; When I was mellow, unfazed and did as I was bidden. I was smitten by the world, by its values and vices; I was molded by this world, by my morals and choices.

Live life not with cowardice But live it heroically Heroism needs no trumpet Nor does it need a stunning physique Heroism is bejewelled In simplicity Heroism does not boast Heroism never condescends Heroism takes care Heroism does not mean being

There is a beauty. A beauty like a connection with the past and future. The beauty is shining. The world revolves around it. It seems everything is drawn towards it. The beauty is magnificent and unrealistic in size, Like a

The penetrating blast of the social disjunction makes it impossible for young people to function it seems as though grown men and women are playing a game of tug-a-war and we the children are the rope they yearn for our

In the end there will be no witnesses as far as we know. But there are no guarantees. In the final entropy of the last 400 million years, the time it will take for the life of all radioactive substances

Through the elements of fear in faith you become vulnerable to conversing legends. The reclining god was stolen from the temple for a weeping skull. Red clover will interrogate the blurred sky for domestic violence of dark themes. Ashes in

It was night sin of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading the white secret of pain in the hollow of a mayhem. Till every blunder takes a downward flight striping the outsized image of a kill. His flames are now singeing

Soaked trees from the rain and fallen leaves, that cover paths lined with glowing pumpkins Houses with dimly lit porch lights and Halloween decorations welcome youngsters of all ages Children running amok dressed as their favorite character and yelling ‘Trick

He had only one vision now, as he chained himself not to be set free. He was afraid of living. No, he did not want anything from world, or god. He was not him always. Somebody in him was watching.

Who are you, and why are you here? I am your security, your protector and your safety blanket. We will start this age of discovery and wonderment together, Pausing only to sleep and refuel our curiosity. Who are you, and

When I think of you Lord I am happy you are there always following the path that I travel…and your hand is a guiding light that helps in the life journey. There is strength in prayers there is strength in

To my cocoon I wish to return To the safety of my nest. To the womb that nurtured me Where I had long been in blissful unawareness With eyes shut tight Fists clenched too Yet to feel , see and

Thou shall think twice before insulting him Your insult leads to his humiliation His humiliation will end up as a curse His curse will drive you to misery Your misery turns out to be Hell for you Hell that you

Music lost, recovered, lost Love lost, recovered, lost Poetry lost, lost, lost even if found Lost in words, words in loss, lost voice Lost embittered passion, seething with lost memories Alzheimer’s child, poetry’s kind upbringing Parentage questioned, orphan of regrets

In the blink of an eye My world crumbled. Catastrophe struck my life Leaving me numb. My soulmate, my childhood mate, Whose shoulder I had oft wept on, Who had remained steadfastly loyal, Just vanished out of my life. My

Injured body full of pain Being broken soul in vain Lusty cheeks and glowing peaks Being refugee when one seeks Shelter under the curly hair Of a beauty is not fair Life is not kiss of a miss It is

He did not want to climb the spiral helix, a son will be born without him. He said I want to become my father and see the decline. How far shall we go to investigate? An infant wrapped up in plastic

He returned empty hands. Death was casually running around on charred bodies. Was lank poetry of a ruthless god. The house was on fire after selling its children. The days were becoming longer than life. Casus belli, whom do you

That fake encounter takes place everyday amidst peels of darkness and terror strikes you when you were looking for the healing torch. Clutching the old rags of history I sit on the pyramid of bones: somewhere the sanity puts up