Happiness is not a symphonyBut a tune whistled intothe breeze…..The bubble floating by,Would lose its rainbowsWhen graspedWith rough and anxious handsThe beauty of this momentWould lose its magicWhen studied under themicroscope of reason,So that all its translucent beautyWilts in the heat of enquiryThe intoxicating beautyOf flowers in a dreamWould droop and fadeIn the noon day …
Tenderly joyousThe heart of a flowerThe tumbling somersaultOf a little boy …Effortless perfection.A searing volcanoIn an aching void,A demonic urgeThat nothing can purgeBut the impossible perfectionWe are theyWho have dedicated ourselvesTo perfectionA perfectionWhich does not matterTo singleOther soul
Tonight, at moonriseStay awake with meBy a silent lakeWatching the quivering reflectionsOf a thousand moonsAnd I, with ribbons of liquid lightWill weave for you a land of dreamsYou will see through silvery lightA million seagulls put to flight.And walk upon a burnished seaPolished, gleaning, pearly free.And the tender mist will touch youAnd the gentle breeze …
Iwas a rock fortressIn a charmed circleDrawn by the ties of bloodBy all my childhoodfaithsBy solemn oaths beforea sacred fireBy the law of familyGodsBy the menacingbrotherhood of kinYet the citadel crumbledDissolvedLike a cargo of powered saltIn the sea.Evaporated …Like it had never beenAnd all the vast armies of logicWere put to flightBy the single argumentOf …
The oceanSoaked in an achingCrimson sunsetHeartless concrete,Abrupt exclamationsIn a sea of green,Jewelled silhouettesOf temple spiresReaching into a burning skyOf relentless blue.Women with work worn handsCoiled jasmine in their hair,Drowning their careIn the temple tank.People,Young, carefree,Hair flowing freeIn the blue of faded denimsJiving to discondant notesFrom alien shores.MonstrousSmoke belching busesDisgorging girlsTo a dayOf typing their wayTo …
He the princeHad captured herEnchanted by the flashing splendourOf her tiger eyesThe mountain mist in her flyaway hairAnd kept her captiveIn his ancient homeOn a lonely hill.To be the presiding deityOf his cool drawing roomWith light reflecting listlesslyThrough cobwebsHung over blindshuttered windowsHe’d liked the tenor of her mindFire, sensitive, fresh from convent school.So he’d brought …
You are to meThe elusive fragranceof the champak at night,That softly enfolds every movementOf everyday.‘To have and to hold’was not writtenfor your and meFor I know we aredistant planetsHeld in space by eternal forcesPlanets that would crash todestructionOn meeting.
Lost in a monsoon torrentI see lightTremulous on trembling leavesAnd wet scented earthWatching a raindrop prismReflectingSplashing birds in puddlesAnd tender tendrilsBursting from cocoon seedsInto life…..….. on soggy bankswhere waters ragedIn a turmultons floodAnd brown, bouncing babeswere swept away,And the beggar’s empty bowlwas shatteredAgainst a pot of shining brassIn a swirling torrentMy children playwith paper boatsUncaring …
You taught me thegeography of painYou led me throughthe enchanted deserts of longing,Through a ghostly landscapeof strangled hopesSpeeding past the accusingmilestones of dead yesterdaysYou pointed out the bleaklandmarks of childhood’s griefsYou stood beside meBelow the towering cliffsof ‘Impossible’And revealed to methe meaning of desolation,The agony of the final farewell.I explored with you thefrontiers of lonelinessAnd …
I think of fire…Of a softly pouring,Gentle pool of candle-lightThe tall and slender flameTipped in smokeTumbling in the vagrant breezeI think of roaring,devouring flamesThat destroyMelt and alloyAll that they touch.
