A sale in grief

As it drops from yours into mine
Like an over flown sink, another
One immediately enters
To maintain the flowing current.
Even if it be withheld, a deduction
To make you a debtor,
one will not be still
prone to any disease

The signs of the heart
their eyes capture,
The least movement and
their legs and feet respond:
a phone call in the bus,
a hand in the bag;
a response from their feet
thinking it was for a purchase.

Fast he came for a sale,
a response to a phone call it was…
yet their haste
for a change of mind after the bid…
sends him away in grief.

Men and the dark

Fast, the night, the dark…
they returned; men, women
and children as if for safety –
running away from the brothers:
the night and the dark.
All other places are made desolate
For all moral activities; like a chase
It came, the gentle fearful dark
With only a dim eye light to see
Through the thick cloudy dark.

In the morning the cloud, they scatter
around with the friendly sun which
burns their skin and blinds their eyes
-- those who hate them as they walk,
Side by side with them,
next to them they sit—
public buses, greetings, smiles
-- in the night and dark they hide
underneath their hair like lice
to get rid of their host.

Rude, you!

You are rude
rude even on Sundays.
I am not talking to you
I am talking to you, yes you.

I don’t mind fighting
the bravest man.
I could still survive
in the fore front
of the battle field

I could walk on hot coals
And sit on thorny seats
Yet I cannot stand it
When you are rude

You whom circumstances
Left on my shore
And I almost killed myself
To protect and preserve.
You , I can’t stand if you be rude.

Chocolate love

She stabbed me
In the back she did
With her sharp edged words
her poisonous response,
Saying that I am not her friend:

The friend that I thought I was,
That I have jealously guarded,
Keeping all that I now have lost.

It is gone
Gone with the wind,
Its rushing sound
So furious it winded

Sweeping away the leaves
Of the tree of love
All because

I failed to grant a wish
A wish beyond my power
Now I suffer to end it all
The fact that I never
Ever dreamt it will be now

The fire track

Pii …
Whose luck it is
This help, to receive
Pii-poo pii-poo
Smoke so thick
A crunchy and dry thatch
Pii-poo pii-poo
A hail from the crowd
Their arrival at the ground
Pii-poo pii-poo
All gone the thatch
With the passing fire
Pii-poo pii-poo
Because the track
no water had
… poo

Cry with me

I will cry with you
I will share your tear
I will soften you pain
But don’t come closer
My hands like the scorpion
Has no panacea for its bite

I will cry with you
I will share your tears
I will soften your pains
But don’t look at me
My countenance like the gong-gong
Will make you cold as stone

I will cry with you
I will share your tears
I will share your pains
But never think it’s well,
All with me, when I have
only put you first.

Your life

As many express it deeply,
Others say it is a dream
That could be nice or bad,
looking real until it dims.

No matter how long one had
To explore, It will stand still.
When meaningless, then
it is soon forgotten.

So your life my life
For a meaningful dream:
Good deeds that will ride
In the minds, dreams
That would tarry
Till the end of time.