Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Now I think I am a fool

Oh no
I shouldn’t have sung a song today
Not in front of you
Now I think I am a fool

I try to wrap myself
With the skin of you
Warming up each moments
To live the life like you
Now I think I am fool
I cannot walk like you
I cannot talk like you
I cannot circle my arms
Around my lover like you do

Oh no
I cannot do
I shouldn’t have sung a song today
Not in front of you
Now I think I am a fool

I think I saw you laughing
Sharing a joke or two
I think I saw you smirk
When I stole a glance at you
Now I think I am a fool
I know you will pout again
Like you always do
I know you will strum my emotion
But cannot give up on you

Oh no
I shouldn’t have sung a song today
Not in front of you
Now I think I am a fool

Sunday, May 08, 2011

The sea

The child within us
lives with us forever and
it rejoices every moment,
be it storm
or a calm sea,
it continues to explore
the vastness of the waves.

Thursday, May 05, 2011

God waits for his turn

Early morning
The golden rays filters through the window panes,
Bringing the end to cold wintery nights

She stretches out her hand
To reach for her smart phone
With droopy eyes, hard to focus,
She reads the message that was posted last night.
Smiles back at each message one by one,
Then logs on to share her verse
Tweet, tweet she goes on twitter

Walking towards face-book, renews her status update
Glides through yahoo to check her email
Surfing on chat-page with family and friends
Googles on news to confirm what she just heard.

Morning prayers postponed by many hours,
God waits for his turn and wonders
“Why he gave such intelligence to a man?”

The old farmer is better,
He admires the wild rose by the beach
Plough his land with fresh seeds
And seeks his blessing every hour, all week

Wrote for Thursday Poets Rally

Tuesday, May 03, 2011


I can’t lead a private life
The wind on this street knows me
It breathes down my neck round the clock
Tip-taps my shoulder and squeals

If I wore the veil today
And disappeared for a while
Swished with worry, would ask around
From every hay, plant and tree

If I moved to distant land
Folded my life around me
Built high wall to conceal myself
The wind would still unfurl me

Its lonely life for known man
His freedom killed and bleeds
Can’t walk with birds like a free man
Or even enjoy some breeze.

Monday, May 02, 2011


World rejoice your end
Skinned you out
Drowned your ego under sea
Your sins floats like scum

Form - Shadorma:

line one has three syllable
line two has five syllables
line three has three syllables
line four has three syllables
line five has seven syllables
line six has five syllables

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