Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Blank



I stare
blank wall


I look
blank paper


I see
blank canvass


then
I am happy
more free
to be me

Friday, December 14, 2007

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.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Walls


build walls
shut cruelty outside self
truth
enemy lurks inside us

Ripples

pebbles
thrown into the water
water ripples
water engulfs
life


Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Tears

teardrop
water cascading
minute
concludes an entire story


Friday, November 23, 2007

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.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

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…