Will the clock wind down As the year turns a corner? Will the world lose innocence Lose grace, lose honor? Will history hit a precipice As we close out the year? Will winter bring a gnarly plot As our eyes peek out in fear? The world may look amiss Empathy all torn apart A void… Continue reading Time Will Carry On
This city by the bay Is so easy on the eyes Like a dream on canvass Hill tops with foggy skies The morning here breaks With the whiff of sourdough The cable cars come rumbling Through streets both high and low Throngs of tourists go bustling Pier to pier they walk Eating chowder and cioppino… Continue reading Hill Tops With Foggy Skies
Through blood and through water Life glides beneath the skin Slithering through tribulations Ever resounding over the din Life dodges, life pivots Finds a way through the maze Thrusting through roadblocks Life maneuvers every phase Stays vital, stays vivid Life appears ever stoic Battling through mighty duels Life’s hurting, but stays heroic Life flickers before… Continue reading Oh, What A Life!
Nothing more to say, have nothing to write No grousing, no quibbles, no reason for respite The mystics have testified “only stillness speaks” Gone will be the days of mere troughs and peaks Boons of inwardness so surreptitiously abound Joy in solitude, the mind has miraculously found The past too distant, a faint memory at… Continue reading Let The Mystery Unfold
Engulfed in controversy of communal flare Infamously judged but continued to dare Amid hearings, inquiries and probes he survived Won re-election by a burly campaign so contrived Witnesses disappeared so did all paper trail As he rose to ascent indifferent to all assail The court of the land absolved him of all crime Clearing his… Continue reading “A Mahatma” In A Hurry
Gentle mounds of green heave among the sprawly ranches Rays of warm sunlight tease through the barren branches Is winter on its way out, is spring making stealthy advances Or… just the mind playing games in unseemly circumstances! The world is at a precipice, looking up in solemn desperation Sometimes writhing in pain, pining for… Continue reading “The Grinch” Will Have To Elope
You can rile me, try to provoke Try to bring out the worst in me You can incite, you can instigate I will decide: “respond or just be” To stir or shake, or behold in stillness It’s up to me to react or respond A promise I have made to myself “Revert to peace and… Continue reading A Promise I Have Made to Myself