Butterfly fluttering,
Leisurely floating
Dressing the sky,
Fitfully dancing
Shifted in currents
By breezes on high,
Ever so pleasing
You thus invent
Gently trapezing,
And softly you fly…
On wings of grandeur,
Your beauty defies,
And rainbows pale
To the colours you sail…
Not a frivolous fellow
This butterfly wonder,
As soon he’ll not show,
Deserting the sky
When summer lets go,
For here he would die!
If I were to start
Again from the crib,
Though risk to cart
What I have lived,
Yet offer attains
All I’d not found
A first time round,
Why not be willing
To start again…
Life gives promises
It rarely keeps,
Rife with hazards
From the first heat,
When we’d no say
Except to embrace
Whatever the spin,
Which did in time
Reveal its chagrin,
Layering the mind
Of abandon’s sin,
Till one so chances,
To test joy’s worth
By starting again!
I am the bee
Happily plump,
Bumbling about
In a furry rump,
Among the flowers
Bombinate
In sunshine’s power,
Unless it showers,
But ever proud
I hum aloud,
A charming fellow
In black and yellow,
With pollen plenty
To kiss the flowers
No matter the many,
Will so spread life
That all be mellow,
And innately so
For I the bumblebee!
There be a day
You least expect,
A perfidious ruse
Will be the cause
Time slips your mind,
And you then fear
You may have left,
Some precious years
Of life behind…
So little time
To gorge on life,
One overlooks
And suffers blind
Neglected days,
Since left behind
To waste away…
So if you wait
For time to pass,
Or let life choose
How it should last,
You will have played alas,
In time’s perfidious ruse!
Labels
Of designer fables,
Latent oubliettes
To cover flaws
Meant to forget,
Thin façades
Fixed to disguise,
The veiled reality
Of devious wise,
Designed to cover
Their obvious lies…
Free-ride labels
You’re but lags,
Sad symbolic tags
That camouflage,
To validate
Ye trendy fables
Less than able,
Left to hide
In the shadows
Of deceptive labels! ode to IPL defenders
If I have failed,
That you not hear,
My less than lucid
Words unclear,
Think me not stupid,
Lacking thus
Articulation
Once robust,
As time now holds
I am to suffer
Tastes of failure…
Thus I ought tell
As I so venture
In this nadir,
What I want share
That you need hear
Now more often
Strangles there,
Between my mind
And memory’s lair,
Silenced sadly
In senescent hell!
I might’ve stayed
To linger there
Nigh every day,
If reason made
To suffer yet,
The passion
I thought find,
Had so survived
A mindless habit
Caused me blind,
Enough to stray…
Uncertain since,
But despite doubt
I boldly chose
To stay about,
As mind awoke
To recognize
The gift of you,
Life sent my way,
Hence find admit
Fate meant us fit,
And thus aware
I should forever stay!
In time I’ll reach
Another place,
But for the while
I reason find
A musing space,
Where vibrant minds
So feed one’s soul,
Sufficiently to bind
A proclivity to hold,
Until we reach
A state of mind,
By way of another place!
Scarce be a place
From which to hide,
Or even find
To stem the tide
Of daunting memories…
No exorcising side
For musings
Now gone wild,
Forcing me outside
A life I’d visualized,
Yet time chose decide
I’d not survive,
Memories ever fazing…
I’ve no schemes
Would tempt divide
By ingenious means
To suffer grief away,
No apparent find
To rid the disarray,
Of a mind amiss,
Else reason binds
To border the abyss
Of daunting memories! ode to Claude V
‘Tis often said,
A picture’s worth
A thousand words,
Thus so I ask
How many blurs
To satisfy an alibi,
That so spurs
But subjugated lies,
Proficiently told
Leaves no surprise,
Be composed so bold
Of a thousand lies,
Worth not a single word!
Poetry on a Canapé 