“ A Secret ” ~ I’ve to die with ~


I’ve had secrets

Rate not keep,

Some by and by

Merit not a peep,

And one or two

Made me so blue

I’d  gave a bye…


But I’ve a secret

Shades my life,

I’m made to keep

Tho cannot share,

Thus held to bear

In futile weep,

Without concede

While I’m awake

Or in my sleep,

A secret gloats

As my soul bleeds,

Yet stays afloat

And implies feed

Upon its need,

To be a  secret

I’ve to die with! 



“ A Matter Of Time ” ~ age ensures ~


It matters not

Young minds

Be muddled

In bedim matter,

Pap if be told

Be less than bold

But a short time,

For soon ensues

The fated trigger

Of full-term old…


Alas that play

Will find its way

And so intrude,

To nudge you budge

Tho somewhat rude,

Meant best to loose

Your garrotte hold

On fighting old,

And start to taste

Its wine’s allure 

As it unfolds,

Which age ensures

In a matter of time!


“ A Little More Time ” ~ save to mark time ~



A little more time

To recall a mood

I’d left behind,

When early in life

I’d been too busy,

Save to mark time…


A little more time

To live with candour,

Discover my other,

Whom I’d forsaken

For visions of grandeur…


A little more time

To make room for soul,

Treated more kindly

More wisely than bold…


A little more time

To shake free shock

That life passes blindly,

Overriding the clock…


A little more time

To share a measure

Of neglected kindness,

And taste the pleasure                                           

Of compassionateness…


A little more time

To recapture the scent

Of evocative memories,

With all of their follies

As life chose be meant!



“ Contentment ” ~ an enviable reality ~

I’ve so far lived

What may have been,

The in between

Something akin,

To sporadic measures

Of wistful pleasure,

Agleam wouldst seem

Alluding to contentment,

Said be for most

Achieved in but a dream…


Till now were times

I anxious to find,

This world abide,

Shared altruistic life

Might yet be mine…


Hence set behind

A past held fast,                                                         

I’d want be blind      

To feminine acuity,                                                       

Whose wisdom such                                                                        

Would foster love,           

Thru fate’s modality

Beyond the in-between,

A relevant contentment,

Be thus an enviable reality!

“ Cynicism ” ~ a political legacy ~


‘Tis but the hand

Of skepticism,

Politicos impart

The cryptic seed,

Which germinates

Its sorry feed

That instigates

Such pessimism,

While in the face

Of their betrayal

Cynicism flies,

To force impede

Inertia’s deed,

Chose let slide

Our trust naïve,

Turns to deride

Their legacy,

Now earth’s peril 

Would see it turn

To lifeless dust,

Before the end

Of meager ride

Life did provide!