Vainglorious Us

Words rebellious,
Imprisoned,
Pages never turned,
Lost forever in
Fleeting screens
Ever changing.

Vainglorious us,
Soliciting likes.
Dreams of
Changing the world
Captive.

Victims we all.
Some suffer
Incredible pains,
Sacrificed
On altars of power.
Others sulk, nursing
Injured pride.
Hearts pain
Licking cowardice.

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You Have not Loved

You have not loved
If pains of separation
Did not ache you heart.
Waiting for a smile, and
Slightest hint
Did not turn your days
Into endless nights,
You have not loved.

Continue reading “You Have not Loved”

Wings to my love

Gave wings to my love,
Flew out to blue yonder
Spreading wings,
Shared love all around
Happy to be free.

Earthbound,
Caged my pain,
Waiting,
Smile on my face,
Bleeding heart, patient.

When tired wings
Seek a resting place,
Warm embrace waits,
Key to the cage
Lost long ago.

The Key, Lost

Have you found
The key to
Women’s heart
If you have
You are one of
The blessed ones
Even the gods have
Long surrendered
The quest
Unsolved mystery
There is no code
More complex
Hackers beware
The key was lost
Long ago
Before even the
Word was coined
So be at peace
Attachment brings
Only pain
Detachment scorn
Be your own
Waste not
Your precious time
Trying to decipher
That eluded
Myriads before
And will
Millions to come
Be at peace
Search abandoned

Love is a four letter word, so is pain

Letting go will ease the pain, they say

Only if leaving would have been easy

Value what you have, cherish today

Everything past is history, future fantasy


To my dear readers, I will be out for few weeks on a trip and may not have good internet connections.  So till we meet again, Happy Holidays and here is to wishing you all a very happy New Year 2018 in advance.

Cursed forever to a life wronged

‘Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna’s children died.’  – W.B. Yeats

Thou shalt bear the fruit of love
Thous shalt bear the fruit of passion
Thou shalt bear the fruit of lust
Thou shalt bear the fruit of the demon
Thou shalt bear the fruit of rape
Thou shalt bear the fruit of incest
Gave her the boon of motherhood
And the strength to bear the pain
Took away her freedom, freedom of choice
One that cursed her forever to a life wronged
Must be the One created by man


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Nine