Waves, the words of these untiring seas
Writing an endless poetry in your beauty’s praise.
Stars, the night earth’s replacement for birds
In your blanket to match hues in your soporific eyes
...
When have my men turned cannibals?
Running amuck here and there
Searching fellow men’s flesh for meals.
And killing each other in full roar.
...
Enlightment! enlightment!
every religious book read
I have never understood
what it actually meant
...
Dont think of her again
surely you shall go insane
my mom adviced me
oh mom let it be
...
Heat a rod red hot
press it into my eyes so hard.
Then with your lark voice,
you can very well ask
...
It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my thoughts
...
When that night whispered in my ears
I ignored it as devils usual call to copulate.
My words and yours mingled like
moonlight and breeze in a deserted street.
...
Where in a peak, the icy breeze cuddles
my lonely heart and makes it frozen
...
'Love is a sewage
I have known it from my age'
My father adviced.
I fell at his feet the very moment
...
Ah! then I could spend my life
with that lovely flower
that she would defenitely wear.
Then I could happily die-
...
My friends argued
'Who created world? '
'Nature' cried one
'God' shouted the other
...
A Night, By Your Side
Waves, the words of these untiring seas
Writing an endless poetry in your beauty’s praise.
Stars, the night earth’s replacement for birds
In your blanket to match hues in your soporific eyes
Breeze, the partner for the moon light at this hour
at ball dance which music conducts in your honor.
Lark and nightingales, the singers of lullabies for world
by your side to take notes of your sleepy blabberings.
Dews, perspiration of green grasses turning blue
due to shameful loss in matching your skins softness
Bringing all these into life
and reflecting them in the tiny dropp of tears
of joy at the corner of my eye
Your careless whispers in my ears.
Putholi, I like your train of creative thought and economy of style. The only advise I'd offer is, write from the heart but edit from the head. Warmly, Jerry