Blank

I stare

blank wall

I look

blank paper

I see

blank canvass

then

I am happy

more free

to be me

Tetris

Pieces fall
blocks of varied shapes
drop
in their destined place;
Player
curses for a bad move
rejoices at times
when that piece
reaches the ground,
screwed up
or just right.
Experience Tetris
in your life.

Walls

build walls

shut cruelty outside self

truth

enemy lurks inside us

Ripples

pebbles

thrown into the water

water ripples

water engulfs

life

Tears

teardrop

water cascading

minute

concludes an entire story

A Dozen Pens

A dozen pens

An array of bright colored features

Their tears creatively spilled love

Danced with strength and fear

Spoke a dozen happiness

Slashed the tranquility of peace

Healed the woundedness of grace.

A dozen pens

An array of dark stained beings

Their blood shed enlightenment

Crossed the hollowness of mortals

Conveyed a dozen cynicism

Paralyzed the greatness of valiance

Filled the emptiness of faith.

A dozen pens

An array of encapsulated truth

Their pride ridiculed humility

Laughed over the cries of oppression

Wrote a dozen prejudice

Silenced the whimpering of justice

Resurrected the crippledness of honor.

A dozen pens

An array of estranged creatures

Their poignance crumbled holied esteems

Chose between beauty and wisdom

Mimicked a dozen insecurities

Gagged the shouts of confidence

Pulsated nothing but I…

I am a dozen pensI

can be an array of bright colored features

I can be an array of dark stained beings

I can be an array of encapsulated truth

I can be an array of estranged creatures

Whatever that I am…

is my choice.

I am a dozen pens

My tears can creatively spill love

My blood can shed forth enlightenment

My pride can ridicule the humble

My poignance can crumble the esteem of others

Whatever that I can…

is my choice.

I am a dozen pens

I dance with strength and fear

I cross the hollowness of mortals

I laugh over the cries of the oppressed

I choose between beauty and wisdom

Whatever that I do…

is my choice.

I am a dozen pens

I speak of happiness

I convey cynicism

I write about prejudice

I mimic insecurities of the world and I

Whatever that I impart…

is my choice.

I am a dozen pens

I slash the tranquility of peace

I paralyze the greatness of valiance

I silence the whimpering of justice

I gag the shouts of confidence

Whatever that I execute…

is my choice.

I am a dozen pens

I heal the wounded ness of grace

I fill the emptiness of faith

I resurrect the crippled of honor

I pulsate nothing but myself

I … is my choice.

I am a dozen pens

My thoughts can be an enemy or a friend

My words can be a dagger or a rose

My actions can be a curse or a blessing

I … can hurt or heal.

A dozen pens… I am.

Potpourri

Potpourri
he showed me beauty
painted more than seven colors
of the rainbow,
showered me not of chocolates,
flowers and precious stuff
but he gave me his life.


Hodgepodge
he sings me a medley
nobody knows when he’ll stop
hope he won’t because
his voice delights my senses
and when I close my eyes
his presence seems all over me.


Odds and ends
he tied my shoelace to the ground
thought I would not be able to run
but instead I flew to my dreams.
“To be or not to be?”
he asked with an irresistible charm.
I answered, “Stay beside me.”


Bits and bobs
everything is He…
a mixture of hues of amber,
bright velvety drops of mist,
a rush of crimson waves
touching my soles on the sand
as I rest my heart and life to thee…