ring
feminine, life, Love

The Wedding Ring

The wedding ring

lay heavy on the

third finger, as my

finger ages, it sunkens

and digs deep. The

wedding ring never

ages, its tiny diamonds

still sparkles, it glows

like a pale moon…

A woe, a misery it

has tight grip around

my swollen finger like

metal shackles…

It’s glorious sheen

encircles my timid heart

As I finish my odd chores

I look at my wedding-ring

It never ages!

I threw it once down the

stairs, had a toast to

myself but a well-wisher

left it in my porch.

I lamented!

My finger has aged but

the wedding ring never

ages!!

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Misfortune
Inspiration, life, Love, Uncategorized

RESURRECTION

In the darkest pits

of soul lingers a

little flame kept alive by

the rays of purity.

A perpetual fire,

illuminating the grim

core, burning the

edges of stale

misfortunes…..

A lone flame standing

its ground against

cruel winds of fate…..

Assuring that heaven

is right there with-in us,

surrounded by our own hells,

and in the end resurrection 

will take place out of the

ashes of that tiny

inferno….

 

 

 

 

 

love-spell
life, Love, Nature

Love-Spell

Swathed in the warmth of your skin

in awe of deep amorous breaths,

slow rising chest, those rhyming heat-beats

provoking  gentle ripples in me.

Without a hope for redemption

under the ardent urgency

surrendered and taken away to

the prisons of your venereal mockings

to be arrested under your

love-spell!

 

 

Great Land
History, Inspiration, Legend, Literature, Love, Nature, poetry

The Great Land

Standing in the land of the great Apaches

Midst blooming wild poppies

and the mammoth elephant grasses,

thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had.

May be the days of  chivalric Camelot are over,

as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair;

vicious winds from the North gushed 

echoing footsteps of a massive feet

opening a narrow pass for the

grim shadow of Lincoln to flicker by,

leaving behind trails of the Fallen Soldiers

on the path once trodden by the

fierce Indian Tribes.

Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Love, Nature, poetry

A Glance

 

A glance is enough for the heart to beat

to  transform naivety into shrewdness 

of some kind, many long for it in the ancient past

to moisten their dry parched youth, as the case

it never befalls where it ought to, yearnings

fossilized froze in the corner of heart, birds

never chirp on the skeletal trees, insects don’t

dwell in the deceased fallen barks, dimpled

cheek cupids doesn’t appear for those who

always wait and sigh, no ballads are sung

on the onset of  youth, nor a tear on its passing,

some do age without the grace of a glance

and leave the grim world  still longing for

 one glance.