Poetry

From the mangled remains of the wreck They extract her broken self. There is a body left, oh for sure! But of features, it is bereft.   A precious life is lost To another’s drunken pleasure, Whilst he escapes Scot-free; She suffered beyond measure.   No apology given, no rue …

My awed senses cannot do justice to how magnificent it all looked. Speechless with excitement, I was finally sitting at the seat booked. Oh! I had yearned & hankered to go, to sit beneath the mammoth tent. Finally, the night had arrived. Oh! I tell you, it all looked resplendent. …

  Stupefied I stood; I waited frozen, in vain. All I could feel was a deep & numbing pain. Yes! I wanted desperately for it to begin again.   I looked to the heavens, I prayed & I pled; Before I gave in & even hope fled. I tried to …

You settle over me like a silent night that creeps slowly over the city. You swathe me in reams of abject despondency and melancholy self pity. Then like the critters of the night, I hear these voices that speak in my head. They make me doubt myself; say I am …

If I love you, would I then feel that tingling in my skin, the flutter in my heart? If I love you, would I then view the world through tinted lenses; while we live in stolen glances? If I love you would I make your world better? Would you be …

If memory serves me right then a memory cannot write. But I, just think that if they could, do you think they would? And if they truly could, then what it is that they would? Write, I mean? What would they write back about, the past is under a shroud! …

  Even though I am old and my bones are weary & creaking. My soul nurtures a wish for life; it wants to give it everything. It wants to live more, for yearning still holds court in my heart. Even though my body has given up, my mind wants a …

If memory serves me right, then I must say That I keep forgetting what I should remember.   I plunder into the depths of my brain, I rack it in order to ascertain; What it was that I was to remember?   Casting things asunder, I compartmentalize. Until I realize …

Like a lantern in the night sky that on a zephyr floats; In the empyrean garden, I let my hopes float too. The sylvan charms of life, coax my surrender But, I nurture a dream; I aspire to be. Buoyed by the melody that the gentle breeze sings, My marauding …

Are we owed an apology? I guess, we are. For all the petty fights we did not get into. For all the laughs that we did not have. For all the jokes we could not tell. Yes, we are owed an apology. But will God apologize? I guess, he should. …