Portrait Of An Old Lady

I saw an old lady today, Saw her face in a picture. She called to me from where she stood She made me stare in wonder.   She looked at me with deep brown eyes Eyes streaked red From which the light had slowly faded.   The circles underneath Blended into her cheeks The shadows…

The Bridge To Yesterday

When the tyranny of the heart didn’t enslave the mind,

And time wasn’t a sentinel, we looked over to evade,

The God Of Nothing

Ptolemy, the donkey, laboured on like generations of her race had. Unwieldy weight she shouldered, almost for perpetuity. The furrows below her eyes caked and salted by multiple tears; the sole testament to the turmoil within. Oh, her earliest of forefathers hoped for a day of promise and placed trust on a paragon of virtue believing that the kingdom…

That moment…

Some times, many times the mind remembers; like it was but yesterday. A person, the touch and their haunting presence. An overwhelming urge then arises to recreate that world, the garden and the journey. But, reality tears you asunder after discerning that the power of genesis is a faculty not galore. The jack of spades was waylaid a long…

The poem with no name

Cold and dry blows the northeasterly this noon; steady it is in pursuit and I am an ally from long ago. My tank is running empty and the thoughts, haunting. When wistful, why does the whole world too seem so?   Old distemper is peeling off the concrete walls to reveal previous layers of painted…

Martin, The Philosopher Ant

Martin was in a rush. He had a task to complete before going home and was slightly uneasy that he had lost his way. Looking hesitantly behind him, he found the sun setting on the horizon in a quiet but unwavering attitude. Martin was uncomfortable with twilight. It made him pensive as it reminded him that the day was…

The Footprints Of Time

Where does this end, where did it start? Is the end a beginning? Does it tear you apart? Is salvation through pain and is there a road to the doorstep of heaven and a new abode.   Show me time and I will show you a fiend. It will make the mind fickle and make you blind about what is…

A Temporal Emotion

Is love a transient thought in the wind or is it just a hailstone melting in the rain. Does it exist only in the minds of the reckless because, beware, it may also inflict great pain. Does love ebb with the passing of time and do emotions drift to the next? Is life’s only certainty…

The Ship

The deck has been scrubbed the portholes brightly glitter the smoke slowly swirls up the ship’s red funnel. Bobbing in the water with its anchors aweigh the ship certainly looks good to sail away. Cargo has been hauled and the sailors are raring to go out to sea and reach distant lands. The quartermaster has…

A few fallen men

Some men ride life well, others hang onto the saddle while quite a few teeter and fall. But shed not a tear for some of the fallen. They may have failed as sons, poor husbands they might be and may have even failed themselves. But that wasn’t because they did not try. Instead they refused…