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,

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