Between right and wrong torn,
your mind does facts distort.
A small mistake that’s made
seems like a deadly rot.
You Fail to Fathom
In Memory of SPB
Like the way rain washes all dirt,
taking them to places not known,
death’s an end with one beginning;
That beginning’s to an end prone.
All we have is time that’s running.
If I Were a Bird
Were I a bird, would I sure fly that high?
As high as eyes yours can now see, my mate.
And from above would I see this sea’s fate?
That flows illumined by the stars in sky?
Do you think I would find out what is sly
by seeing through the sky, the strange estate?
Or ween do you that I just might predate
With wings that could engulf the worlds too nigh?
An Ode to Lord Vishnu
Variety thou adoreth, thousand-named.
With no beginning or end floweth thou,
creating great creators who are famed.
What Happens After Death Could You Find?
I do my duties diligently, all of which I come across in this very place,
What I doubly ensure is to try my best in all situations to be kind;
Oh, yeah! I also ask this question today as I only everything embrace:
If nothingness exists, what happens after death, could you find?
World Ours Daedalian
World ours Daedalian
makes me bewildered.
‘Who’s the controller?’
stays now unanswered.
I but conjecture.
The Procrastinator
You look at me with what I call a smirk,
And your thoughts are kept hidden from my soul.
These are the thoughts that deep within just lurk.
Is there a thing that might just make them whole?
The Dowager is Dead
Your look lascivious
did shame the dowager;
You’re but a cottager,
one that’s presumptuous.
What if the Sun Vanished Now?
Time determines all the seasons that go.
Were the Sun now ceased, would Moon come this near?
What would transpire were the Sun to vanish, d’you know?
An Ode to My Aunt and Uncle
Remember those weird days when both said tales and all that jazz?
I’d on such nights just laugh and laugh and laugh;
Witty ye both sure are; for both what I wish? Life pizzazz!
Raymond’s Heaven
Raymond was a boy of seven,
‘What’s meant by’, he asked when, ‘heaven?’
Mother took some time to answer;
Meanwhile danced as was a dancer.
To Each Who Asks the Question
To each who puts to you the question ultimate,
You shall give what is called a smile well dignified.
‘Avaunt!’ some might woof soon if you did hesitate
To answer question theirs with proof just improvised.
The Man Is Dead
Abound accounts fed
To damage might his.
They’re tales that now tread
Amid yarns spun well.
The Fall
What suggests autumn’s beginning you think?
Time when leaves assume hues more than seven.
Green turns orange, black, red, even dark pink.
Having tea with bun is purely fun when.
The Home Beatific
What you went through is known to all, also what you bear;
But God’s on our side lest you forget, won’t countenance your fall.
What I see in that house is your hardwork, patience, grit sheer.
Just know this, dear aunt, nothing tragical would ever you befall!
What Love Made Me
When spluttered thou hard did not self take heed?
Remember this self calmed thy nerves quite soon.
In thy book you thought this self had no need;
But love suppressed made self a wholesome goon.
The Birthday Boy and the Girl
The girl first smiled, went minutes by; she told him then, ‘You be my guy.’
No bounds knew joy, on him light dawned; What he said next was quite profound:
‘My darling you are; let me not cry; but truth be told: I am a spy.’
An Ode to My Aunt on Her Birthday
Your stories of courage might I compile?
For they need to be brought forth to the world,
Your presence on this planet is more than worthwhile.