Few embers of hope enslaved the fire Spikes and spears made the predator most feared Wheels rolled in next taking ambition to places Arms...

A reluctant chair pushed under a writing desk Sprawled across it face down, yawning, my journal awaits I have been away hiding from...

Suffered have many from peasants to kings And many more will for centuries to be Bout of insanity, temper gone north, south or wayward,...

Yearning for a routine seeking out a pattern A schedule, a timetable A rut to fall into Tired I am of not having a day that tells me...

In the land of memory where dead come alive changing the course of Past decking it up with things that never transpired In the skies of...

Roses will blossom Moon will outlast me Fragrance will fleat, young will be night Senses not enough, nor as keen to savour the days past...

Sturdy legs that take me no places Top that is a study in mess Leftovers left over and under Forgotten bookmarks waiting to start over...

Friday eve in the place of Late Sunday night Asleep reading your heaving breath instead of write the poem I can't finish You missing me...

One to drive One to hold the door One to cook One more to clean Yet another to tidy the lawn I can't see or smell and trim the hedges...

Not one different, not one distinct, from the one last week, a month or year, after or prior try as we might to guise each day in the...

When falling in or out of love When having lost it all or won When in the grips of grief or riding joys on clouds nine to nineteen When...

Opinions, prejudices won't reach it Races, religions not penetrate it Nations, borders make-believe passions won't foster or divide it...

Take life for granted Breath is assured until it ain't Meet death dead in the tracks You never knew life any better as if Spring into...

T won't become a tree R won't grow roots F will not bear fruits How many ever boughs B may branch out S could soil some soup but won't...

Flowing through flute Looping a trombone Resonating in a cymbal Riding the thin strings of a lyre Stretched across the skin of a drum...

जो तुम्हें जानता हो किसी से भी बेहतर आपके सबसे गहरे रहस्य, ठहरी इच्छाएं, लालसाएँ बेदाग, दबे हुए डर आपके विचार जाने जो आपसे बेहतर और आपकी...