A Beautiful Disguise

To Syria... The alley now colored dusted rainbow. The silence you hear is what they deserve Is what all they should have. Where have they gone away? No, it was not a Pied Piper Or a Garden Giant It was us, it was you Guise in dove but actually hawk Wearing love to hide The...

Imagination or…

As I lie on the age old bed drowning in darkness I feel I need to grasp a whole lot of the air. Breeze is trespassing pushing the curtain Bringing the yellowed halogened spring Evening & splashing it on the chiaroscuro wall. This is not the autumn I look for this's 'nother spring. As I...

Promise

Promise On sale in this eve bazaar Me A beggar looking for silence Promise I am scared of and nothing else Enroll

To You, To Neverland

The whisper the wind that left behind Will take me where? The tired calmness of end January cold Bringing out the path that's hazy now. Breeze not the loneliness making up environ Of solitary imposed, convicted loneliness. It's now hard to remember her face as I was thinking But, no, the coffer is open and...

December Rain

The cry of the tom cat fathoming the silence Deepening by the howl of the old poor dog And zip and honk of the irregular night commute. The rain unwelcomed singing the humming Outside closed doors of my southern windows. Nothing will last forever. Even this December rain. Nothing will live forever. The wet fallen...

Echo of What’s

(What's there) 'ween existence & existence of existence; Time imitating time to create a new time Or day rotating to conceive to-day, tomorrow, yester-day. (What's there) 'ween this moment, and next moment phoenexed from it Creation of creation of illusion or our wish visualized Or cycle of cycle of all surroundings & happenings around us......

Wind of December

Night sing silence Memory digs memoirs What is left of the left Brush the hair scrambled In December wind. Sparkle

Eleventh Day Moon

Abit of dramatic symbolical dark one...

Ghost of My Father

Don't read only or like please comment on this poem of mine a take on daily life. November month it is; no shaving month. The noble cause has hidden long ago beyond gimmick. I remain clean shaven; no moustache no beard, But, this year I thought to be unshaven. Yes, I grown a beard, but,...