[Un] incandescent

The headlights a bright flash
The vehicle a rickety ol ‘ tramp
It was 4 in the morning
I was alone with no guiding lamp

“I’ve still got sand in my shoes” dido crooned
The ol rickety tramp down the hills she tried to speed
Annoyance and repugnance largely loomed
Back then ‘childishness’ I did not need

You forced certainty in my uncertain world
But its 4 in the morning now it’s too late
I just put out a board on my property ‘Already sold’

The headlights a bright flash
The vehicle a rickety ol ‘ tramp
It was 4 in the morning
I was alone with no guiding lamp

Anaesthetized

sleeping and staring at the ceiling

having this uneasy feeling

what would the future behold

your soul to the pawnbroker you sold

look out of the window gaze at the sky

reach out to the passerby

with arms outstretched bare your mortal soul

moment of realisation hits you

tells you you are all alone

the passerby was just a gust of wind shifting shapes beneath his hood

his lantern flickering he wouldn't have understood

you're pain your gain are yours alone

then you know nothing can be done,all has to be borne

so you go back to sleeping and staring at the ceiling

and the uneasy feeling wont bother you that evening...

Succour-ed!!

ochre light luminous
the bench by the bougainvillea
workout rigmarole so strenuous
the white lit homeward alley
the rippling sun kissed pond
a settee with a view of this
friends made with such strong bonds
who you are sure you're going to miss
when i think of what life gave to me
these i know bring me solace succour and peace!

Wanted: freedom from strife!!

In the wispy morning mist
Or the match clutched in my fist
In the donut so sugary
Or the coffee a tad bit watery
I peer and rake to find it…
Restless peace
In the angry sea wave that lashes
Or the muddy grass patches
I stare and search to stumble on it…
Restless peace
In the literature I loose myself in
Or a bar of chocolate that’s nothing but pure sin
I grope blindfolded and reach out for…
Restless peace
In the little things that amuse me
Dreams, fantasies or memories
Or the banter of my five-year-old niece
Where do I find thee oh restless peace?

A predicament no more

around a chrome lit round table they sat
those six supposed friends
three ordered water and the other three latte
& each wondered about another one of them if they were the right blend

no doubt they were there for each other when needed
when the harsh world in all its niceness receeded.
they put up with each others insecurities and eccentricity
but also bore the dagger of their venomous words filled with toxicity

four years later a day came for the birds to leave their nests
out into the world they ventured to find their best.
so they moved out to other cities and they said ''life goes on''
but guess, of all their achievements, what they missed the most
when they reached their lonely apartment tired and drawn

yes apparently it was those wonderful college days
filled with lunches, movies and plays
of gossip feminism the marine drive and sleppovers
or crooning everything from 'the beatles' to 'crimson and clover'

hopefully years later they will all meet again
on a gloomy sunday complete with the wind and rain
they will definetly have one less thing to wonder about
if the six of them, those supposed friends
were the right blend

Another evening to fathom i found

So here i am, i put on my shoes
my mind slaughtered,i know it's either the devil or the deep sea
i pass the artist on the pavement, lost in his muse
watch the sprinklers on the lawns spraying liquid ecstasy

morbid picture of a child on the street performing her 'rope act' piroutte
i'll talk of the sunrays and i know i'll sound cliched
or the same rays that give the jogger her silkened silhoutte
as she adeptly gallops on the soft mud and grass blades

Another evening to fathom i found
trying hard to look for silence
as i sit hereon this bench by the grass mound
from all that has been on my mind, chaos and violence...