A gentle sway of the flowers
Misty musky scent in the air
Clouds brightly swirling past
Warmth and serendity evenly spread
Summer time it was and gaiety abundant
Toots he called her
Though wintry the months were
Love made it summer time for both lovers
Unspoken words and actions
Bespoke of a match pre-destined
Toots was an epitome of a loving fairy
Giving and expected nothing in return
Just for her adonis to serenade her with affection
Time flew past like a derailed train
This beauty waited to be set afire by her man
Like in the days of old but fleeting it was
Love her he did
The yearning in her bright lovely eyes
Her pleas resounded resonantly
These he missed because he didn't understand
A man with a perfect idea in his heart he was
But still a man with all his flaws
Like an avanlanche of molten lava
Covering the path it swept through
Love became stifled and buried
Maybe lost in the midst of the debris
Too late he realised the unspoken yearnings
Waiting to be brought to the fore
Toots had given all and got nothing
Her man had turned her heart to stone
Wracked with pain and guilt
He sought redemption
Harsh words deservedly pummelled him
The sun had gone down on the lovers
Will there be daytime ever again
Friday, February 24, 2012
Monday, December 26, 2011
WHEN LOVE SAW RED
Like a script written in heaven and delivered by angels
Both lovers easily read the lines in perfect unison
Fluid graceful actions paid compliment to this script
Passion and acceptance could be seen a mile away
The story was unfolding in a blaze of glory
Just because it was a plot based on love
Like a ship sailing in fair weather
Both lovers set sail with belief
Premised on nature being so fair and calm
The anticipated waves in all its ugliness
Will never defeat the charted course
Just because love was at the helm
Soothing and electrifying was the ride
Passion at its most expressive
In words and actions and unseen glances
Made this ride a most exciting one
Both lovers read their respective lines admirably
Anticipating the exact thoughts of the other
Just because their love was in sync
As foretold and expected
The waves hit serially
Both lovers forgot the written script
Pulsating nerves took over control
Bickering and hateful words came into the lines
A desire to outdo muddled the script
The ship on its last legs may be lost
Just because love has seen red
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Fiery
Walked into a whirlpool first time I saw her
A flowing hair that graced a lovely face
Lips that tugged at the heart
Well sculptured jaw that introduced a lovely neckline
Set her apart
A body to match was alluring
Nature certainly paid her a compliment
What would a mortal man do
In the face of such beauty
Feelings ran high
The heart working at overdrive
Made resistance impossible
The sun in her face
Made the Mona Lisa obsolete
She’s nature’s master class
A good heart graced that body
A winning personality a force
Am lost in you
But fate is adamant it can’t be
I got one over fate
That memory is embedded deep down
In my heart
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
God for gods
Different variations in life pretty much form a myriad of problems for the toughest of men. Factor in the issue of life after death and you got a serious case of scrambled thinking. But one fact that holds sway is that death is surely nearby. The time it strikes not yet decoded by the most sophisticated technology available to man, unless some cynics will say that doctors can almost accurately predict death in cases of fatal illnesses like cancer. Mind you, some have cheated such predictions by a mile and even outlived the person predicting. Whatever the cause of such a 'miracle' isn’t the point of my genuflections.
My primary concern is the establishment of the force behind this gigantic titan called the globe or the universe. Scientists have definitely given us a lot to think about but I want to home in on Charles Darwin. Cant say am a great mind in the theory of evolution but the basics I can grasp. Got a question for this school of thought. Why hasn’t man gone further in evolving into something else or is this the last stage of the evolution process? Too bad the father of this school of thought can’t address this but I hope someone else will do.
Zeroing in on the issue of the being behind this phenomenon, earth, religions come into the fore. So many religions, sects, ‘ways of life’, etc exist that some have chosen to go by the way of using different gimmicks to carve a niche for themselves in advancing whatever cause they uphold. I have my views on this but for the sake of trying to be open – minded having found myself in the 21st Century, I wouldn’t argue for my belief. But the poser I got is this, no matter the nomenclature it goes by, any religion, sect or whatever it may be called that preaches peace, love, selflessness, devotion, tolerance and all the other goody goody virtues, isn’t it logical to follow same and leave the fight of supremacy to the God or gods involved? If the worshipped is worth its salt, it will fight the other pretenders without help from us. The act of killing, maiming and disregard for life in the name of religion, goes to show that the god being fought for, is but a weak figment of the imagination which has been imposed on the unlucky followers. Bottom-line, leave the fight to the supernatural beings, let the living live. After death, we will find out what actually is the way forward, either the God or god comes to us, or we go to them.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Race by the Human Race
From the time the tiny cry pierces the air
Delicate arms flapping
Eyes cringing and body still wet
A time is set going for the child
Pulse activated and nature the umpire
That is the start of the human race
From helplessness to little activities
Energy aplenty in the burgeoning body
Needs changing by the passing day
High and lows easily noticeable
The human race is warming up
Toddler to teenager pops up like a vision
Nature has played a fast one on us
The irreversible and somewhat uncomfortable changes
Causes a feeling of eternal joy and distraught
The human race is at the flowering stage
A set pattern is developed like the flight of a swan
Sacrifices and offerings play a role
Fights won and lost triggers a trait
Goals met and dreams yet to be realised
Set the course of the human race to its end
Frailty and fragility creep in like a thief on the go
The red light is up in the body and mind
Reminiscences slowly grinds the wheels of the mind
Keeping the body toiling through each day
Like a blur a pact is made with nature
A last intake of the only free gift
A stillness and sudden flight of the caged spirit
Signifies the zenith and end of the human race
Delicate arms flapping
Eyes cringing and body still wet
A time is set going for the child
Pulse activated and nature the umpire
That is the start of the human race
From helplessness to little activities
Energy aplenty in the burgeoning body
Needs changing by the passing day
High and lows easily noticeable
The human race is warming up
Toddler to teenager pops up like a vision
Nature has played a fast one on us
The irreversible and somewhat uncomfortable changes
Causes a feeling of eternal joy and distraught
The human race is at the flowering stage
A set pattern is developed like the flight of a swan
Sacrifices and offerings play a role
Fights won and lost triggers a trait
Goals met and dreams yet to be realised
Set the course of the human race to its end
Frailty and fragility creep in like a thief on the go
The red light is up in the body and mind
Reminiscences slowly grinds the wheels of the mind
Keeping the body toiling through each day
Like a blur a pact is made with nature
A last intake of the only free gift
A stillness and sudden flight of the caged spirit
Signifies the zenith and end of the human race
Monday, February 14, 2011
Unbalanced
Dillinger sat in the court thinking of the next line of action he will take. The Judge's droning voice made him feel like a tethered bull. He wished the irritating voice will simply pronounce the judgement so he could get it over and done with since he knew what the outcome would be. His eyes wandered around the court room and his nimble mind tried to fathom what will be going on behind those numerous pairs of eyes trained on him like the gunsight of a German sniper. He allowed himself a wry smile. A sharp jab to his ribs and the ghostlike voice of his attorney saying, 'focus on the court', brought him back to the present.
'It seems to me, that you Dillinger, deliberately mismanaged and recklessly dealt with the accounts of your clients', the Judge bellowed. In a softer yet ominous tone he continued, 'such precedence should be nipped at the bud. So many lives have been ruined by your actions and you deserve every bit of punishment this court can mete out on such a heinous crime'. A wail erupted from the back of the court and a sob accompanied it from the next aisle adding a bit of flavour to the crying chorus. 'Pathetic losers', Dillinger thought to himself. He swivelled and wasn't surprised when it was that hideous looking Mrs Berry leading the crying chorus.
The Judge impatiently banged his gavel. He needed no distractions when he was almost at the part he liked most. The courtroom was his and he liked the attention to be focused solely on him as he practiced his 'art'. Cottonboom CJ had a reputation for theatrics. His judgements were read out like a 'B rated' actor would read his ill-written script. A squeaky voice that sounded like a thousand rats vying for a morsel of bread did not help his case. Yet, he liked to practice what he called, 'judicial eloquence'. The courtroom staff and lawyers secretly called him the 'Judicial Squealer'. The court falling silent, he plodded on, 'you have been found guilty and will be sentenced accordingly'. Raising his voice a shade higher, his eyes eerily pinned on the accused, mouth stretched and each word pronounced distinctly with added venom, he gave his verdict. 'I hereby order that you be divested of all your assets', he waited a moment while his snakelike tongue crawled on his lips, 'and i accordingly sentence you to ten years in the State Penitentiary. Leaning further forward, he whispered with a wolfish smile on his face, 'i hope they get rid of your recklessness before your time is up'. He suddenly collapsed against the back of his chair and surveyed the hushed audience.
This was the part he liked most - the feeling that they knew he knew that he wielded immense power. He abruptly stood up and the court was dismissed. 'Better to leave while they were still in awe of his sentence', he muttered to himself as he made his way hastily to his chambers.
The cuff firmly in place, officers flanking his sides, the condemned man was led away. The small wizened man at the seat nearest the door, stood up as Dillinger was nearing the door. A brief eye contact sealed the deal and the world was about to witness yet another Dillinger headline.
...To be continued
'It seems to me, that you Dillinger, deliberately mismanaged and recklessly dealt with the accounts of your clients', the Judge bellowed. In a softer yet ominous tone he continued, 'such precedence should be nipped at the bud. So many lives have been ruined by your actions and you deserve every bit of punishment this court can mete out on such a heinous crime'. A wail erupted from the back of the court and a sob accompanied it from the next aisle adding a bit of flavour to the crying chorus. 'Pathetic losers', Dillinger thought to himself. He swivelled and wasn't surprised when it was that hideous looking Mrs Berry leading the crying chorus.
The Judge impatiently banged his gavel. He needed no distractions when he was almost at the part he liked most. The courtroom was his and he liked the attention to be focused solely on him as he practiced his 'art'. Cottonboom CJ had a reputation for theatrics. His judgements were read out like a 'B rated' actor would read his ill-written script. A squeaky voice that sounded like a thousand rats vying for a morsel of bread did not help his case. Yet, he liked to practice what he called, 'judicial eloquence'. The courtroom staff and lawyers secretly called him the 'Judicial Squealer'. The court falling silent, he plodded on, 'you have been found guilty and will be sentenced accordingly'. Raising his voice a shade higher, his eyes eerily pinned on the accused, mouth stretched and each word pronounced distinctly with added venom, he gave his verdict. 'I hereby order that you be divested of all your assets', he waited a moment while his snakelike tongue crawled on his lips, 'and i accordingly sentence you to ten years in the State Penitentiary. Leaning further forward, he whispered with a wolfish smile on his face, 'i hope they get rid of your recklessness before your time is up'. He suddenly collapsed against the back of his chair and surveyed the hushed audience.
This was the part he liked most - the feeling that they knew he knew that he wielded immense power. He abruptly stood up and the court was dismissed. 'Better to leave while they were still in awe of his sentence', he muttered to himself as he made his way hastily to his chambers.
The cuff firmly in place, officers flanking his sides, the condemned man was led away. The small wizened man at the seat nearest the door, stood up as Dillinger was nearing the door. A brief eye contact sealed the deal and the world was about to witness yet another Dillinger headline.
...To be continued
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The Excuse Called Valentine's Day
Today, what will pre-dominately be the theme, will be 'love'. So am gonna join in talking if not showing love. Am no great Historian, so i can't confidently trace the origin of Valentine's day. Even at that, one can deduce it borders on love. The originator certainly showered love on the less privileged, making the lives of the miserable, a memorable one. I believe the 14th of Feb is to commemorate the demise of St. Valentine, not for a poor excuse to use gifts and dinners to jump into the sack for some bit of natural exploitation.
The modern trend has become one for lovers ( both legal and illegal lovers) to prove that they love their partner. It has also turned into a day of judgement. Failure to provide an acceptable gift for him/her marks the beginning of the end of that relationship. You might even be shut out of the bedroom tonight for not providing good evidence of your love for her. Don't get me wrong, am not against it, everyone's got his/her idionsyncracies, mine is definitely not on the 14th of Feb. Maybe am a bit coldhearted or a miserable single male envying the partnered ones....hehe
Well, whatever category you fall into, make an impact on someone less privileged than you today. Not some missplaced sense of love for him/her. Think about this, try showing that love all year round.
The modern trend has become one for lovers ( both legal and illegal lovers) to prove that they love their partner. It has also turned into a day of judgement. Failure to provide an acceptable gift for him/her marks the beginning of the end of that relationship. You might even be shut out of the bedroom tonight for not providing good evidence of your love for her. Don't get me wrong, am not against it, everyone's got his/her idionsyncracies, mine is definitely not on the 14th of Feb. Maybe am a bit coldhearted or a miserable single male envying the partnered ones....hehe
Well, whatever category you fall into, make an impact on someone less privileged than you today. Not some missplaced sense of love for him/her. Think about this, try showing that love all year round.
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