The Ravishing Rain

Drizzling dazzling like splinters of diamond Shards of crystal or liquidized glass! Transparent drops from a translucent sky. Ooh, that lucid lustre: no wonder they say, there's something sexy about the rain Atleast it does seem to drive dripping lovers insane.

*jose Rizal Statue - Body Bleaching

My hero oh my hero I propose to you a body bleached, a body which would be cleansed its external surface You remain standing for countless years

Fact Or No Fact?

Fact Or No Fact? the storm is behind, the next storm is weaker than expected the sun begins to shine there is a huge burden behind it but the weather forecast whispers again heaviest rain shower, or hail, or snow with lots of thick flakes

Third Watch

Had all things become Covered in this sticky red mud Dark gruel clinging to every axle Hanging from bowclips and cartboards and saddlestraps Pig world from sun up to sun down Wheels entrenched so deep that turning Meant turning the entire world about the sun Rather than catching one iota of sensible motion As each insatiable hatred reduced to flat exasperation Becomes this mad icing on life, this maniacal quagmire

Winter Morning Rainshower

Two months of winter have passed. Air temperature is rising and rains are falling. Strong winds weave the strings of falling rains. Heavy rain drops keep pouring down fast And windshield wipers are oscillating hard. Heavy rain drops dance non stop on road surfaces. Headlights of coming cars shine on falling rains. Barren fields expose many patches of brown soils. By road sides, heaps of snows are melting away with rain waters. Heavy rain-showers caress amber night lights.

The Rainstorm

The very first moment I saw you, was also the saddest last hour you went to your house during the rainstorm that was not safe for you stay with me wasn't safe for you either and I I do not know why

Just A Flower?

A most unusual flower, of colours, oh so bright. A tropical rainshower, an early morning flight. A bird of clammy feathers, a nest up in a tree. I wondered if this weather's intended just for me.

Limerance

When my body can't take it anymore I go into the closet- not to pray, but to worship; I kiss the complacent coat hangers there, orderly on their metallic racks, My lips on smooth plastic; eyes closed, All senses centered on my mouth; Enraptured, I can't see any colors at all.. The surface doesn't soften, as I beat out my lips Against the mild anvil; altar of pain, loving the more distant you Somewhere on a compass that the heart knows best;

Taken For Granted

Taken for granted, A cloud by a day; Rainbow by rainshower; April by May. The heart of the lover Is often disdained, While thinking old songs Are forgotten refrains.

T.S.Eliot As A Poet Of The Broken Rhythms Of Life

T.S.Eliot as a poet of the broken rhythms of life recreating from conversational everyday speech colloquial and ordinary and writing poetry, the poetry of the waste land, the hollow man waiting for a cloudburst and rainshower, ploughing the barren lands sterile and arid, the hollow man with the hollow and shallow thoughts of his and turning poetry into a pastiche of quotations, references and allusions.

I Would Die; Die; And Most Certainly Die

Be it from the most majestically compassionate palaces of glittering gold; or be it from the most acrimoniously impoverished streets; which hissed nothing else but asphyxiating poverty and treacherous dust the entire day, Be it from the most opulently sensuous skies pregnant with rhapsodic rain; or be it from the most hedonistically torturous den of brutal scorpions; which spurted vindictive venom all night and day, Be it from the most invincibly emollient lap of the venerated mother; or be it from the most pulverized treads of the haplessly devastated orphan; from whose

Heart To Heart

Eye to Eye; and there perpetually evolves; an unassailably glorious fabric of divinely mesmerizing and beautifully unprejudiced; empathy, Ear to Ear; and there perpetually evolves, a sky of fantastically unparalleled and ecstatically astounding; sensitivity, Lip to Lip; and there perpetually evolves; a forest of inscrutably untamed and timelessly fructifying; passion, Finger to Finger; and there perpetually evolves; a heaven of inimitably majestic and poignantly intricate; artistry,

A Poem A Day; Keeps The Doctor Away.

For the ravishingly undulating and fathomless oceans; a majestically gliding shark a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the swelteringly impoverished and blistering deserts; a gloriously rejuvenating rainshower a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the mystically ingratiating and voluptuous forests; a royal royally overpowering roar of the lion a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the boundlessly Omnipotent and limitless skies; a regally soaring cloud a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

She Is My World

She is a mystery, A riddle to be solved, A river that flows with grace, A story waiting to be told. She is a warrior, Fierce and brave, With a heart full of love, And a spirit that won't cave.

An Hour To Spare

The incessant calls The soundless screams The pleading of extremely urgent Practical matters ignored Unattended Outside my office In the evening’s twilight Suspended Friday Evening Prayer The song of a bird

Third Watch (Rev)

Had all things become Covered in this sticky red mud Dark gruel clinging to every axle Hanging from bowclips and cartboards and saddlestraps Pig world from sun up to sun down Wheels entrenched so deep that turning Meant turning the entire world about the sun Rather than catching one iota of sensible motion As each insatiable hatred reduced to flat exasperation Becomes this mad icing on life, this maniacal quagmire