Thursday, November 11, 2004

Life

As I walk through
unknown alleys
a thought takes seed
in mind;
it races and evolves
into a wish
and desire
to ardently pursue
against all odds
insurmountable,
I submit me
in appeal
then to a powerful Unseen Force
it gently guards
pulls me thru'
making life a dream
in waiting
to be fulfilled.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

There is silver strand
on my forehead
a shining testimonial-
a reminder
of having met life
at terms not my own.

I met it with ardour
tamed by patience
for reasons unknown
yet through all seasons
somehow
I've managed
to hold firmly
onto ME.

Sunday, August 29, 2004

Shine
the light
while candle burns
the end
is not far
in sight.

Sunday, July 11, 2004

Equations of life

To live
is to think
is to reflect
is to improve
and to do
is to flounder and perform
is to achieve
to give
is to receive
satisfaction supreme.

written (? July - Nov 1997)

Old joting

How little did I know you
when I turned
towards you
in hope
and trust.

The world warned,
yet love beckoned.
I heeded not the former.
Believing you'll
keep me warm
in hearth and heart,
your love'll
be my armour.

Time disproved
and I regret not
nor tears are shed
any day, any more.

Life couldn't
have taught
in a sweeter way-
seek from none,
expect not,
place belief
in none
but
thy self!

dates not known ? 1997

A season of Love

Now you call
and tell me of love
when directions have changed
so has my vision.

Yes, my friend
we trod indeed once
alleys of passion
in need of company
were we
walking together,
we spoke
but listened not
to pain and
the yearn
that was harboured
inflicted on the other
until beyond yonder
we were swamped
by high tides of time
our hearts
parted without wonder
we now stand apart
not only in space
values as well
have changed
aspirations too
I no longer seek
even friendship
out of you.

This is how
I like
to reflect when
wisdom knocks ashore
some reason:
what we'd shared
was just a passing season-
strangers we were then
strangers we're now
and as souls
strangers we shall
always be
even in Heaven.

(written on 29.11.95)

Old jotings

Adam was born
in quest of knowledge
to seek and strive
for more
observe
analyse
and comprehend
then bow before
Him
who created
microscopically, histologically,
systematically,physiolologically
and at times
to manifest
pathologically
organised being
of Man.

Written on 27.12.97

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

On way to work

Faces fly past,
some happy
some sad,
each has there
etched across
some tales of joy
at times
anxiety lines
relate stories
of sorrow.

Each passenger
has in them
something to
share yet
they hold on to
what's their
with a
nervous fear.


revised 9.3.10

Wounds of Time

True
time heals
scars disfigure tho'
leaving unseemly marks
where once
there was
a clean slate.

Without Love

Bollocks
i'd said
i care not
in the least
for love at all
only for life
i am keen
living to the full;
but realised
when away
without thee
no life can be
when love is lacking
I'm not me!


LOVE COME BACK TO ME

Dream

Dream you must
to see the vison
of hues that
are to be
your horizon.