what is life,
if not colored by a little fantasy?
I shall rather fly away
on the wings of my imagination,
than wither slowly by
dripping sands of time.
is there anything more painful,
than dying by grinding of the mundane?
let them ridicule me,
for my feet not being grounded;
will the bean counters ever comprehend,
ecstasy of riding the winged horses,
and flying away?
Tag: time
The Hourglass
The most profound ideas of the day come to mind in the toilet because they are worthy of being flushed out of the system at the earliest.
Why does the sands of time
drips so slowly, and then
the hourglass turns?
Why can’t time remain at
standstill as we mourn
the scores that departed
to the unknown shores?
do you hear the blood curdling
howls of the hyenas circling,
to rip the coffins before
the bodies are cold?
the vampires do not dread
the light anymore,
ready to suck the blood
as life goes out.
as we mourn, somewhere else
a life mortgaged to luxuries
while living, slowly ebbs,
and street dogs stand in
guard of honour
for the one who has no home.
the sands of time drips ever so slowly,
and the hourglass turns,
as we mourn.
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Uninvited guest
Update:
Edwin Alvarez was the kid I wrote about in my poem below today. Please read the request below from his friends trying to arrange for his funeral.
“Hey guys. I believe everyone is aware already that on Friday night there was a boating accident after which our friend Edwin unfortunately passed away. I don’t know however, if everyone is aware that he comes from a very humble family and I don’t know up to what point they relied on Edwin’s income. As far as I know, he was paying for his brother’s education, bootstrapping a business with his dad who works in construction and looking for ways to also help his mother, who is a maid, to find an alternate source of income.
Needless to say this is a life-altering situation that is going to be incredibly difficult for his family to overcome. Eduardo (one of Edwin’s friends who helped us contact his family), started a GoFundMe to help them out with the funeral expenses. Any help will surely be greatly appreciated. Here’s the link https://gf.me/u/ykvm62 . He also mentioned that Oscar (Edwin’s brother) is already aware of this effort.”
I write about current events, my poems are fiction, penned during my flights of imagination. The poem below is based on a tragedy that happened two nights ago. A young soul was called back too soon by the Lord. He was my son’s friend. I never met him but heard about him from my son. A hard working, honest, fun loving friendly guy. These are the times one questions, why? Why? I guess there is no answer.
a day in a life of hope
started with fun and frolic,
a boat ride down the river,
azure summer sky pierced
with laughter and singing.
sun moved slowly
to the western sky, Continue reading “Uninvited guest”
Time Not A Healer: A set of Haiku
Gently flows the creek
Time flies like arrow forward
Lonely lover waits
*****
Meandering trail
Rushing creek sings lullabies
Jilted lover cried
******
Summer heat rises
Languorous mid-day slumbers
Wounded heart drips slow
******
Creek just a trickle
Time marches on relentless
Bleeding heart searches
******
Dry creek lost it’s way
Cruel time not a healer
Lover’s broken heart
Impatient
they say
time and tide
waits for none.
why so impatient?
I have on my hand
all the time in the world,
to wait,
for that beautiful,
fascinating and enchanted
sunrise.
and sunset?
it can wait its time.
I am not
Impatient.
Silence Spoke
we traveled miles
hand in hand
so much to say
before long
it was
time to part
nothing was said
silence spoke
what we wanted
to say
Busy
I keep myself busy
To find answer to the puzzle
Why do we need to
Keep ourselves busy.
And for that matter
People call me lazy,
Their logic, I found very fuzzy.
Or they must have a life very easy.
While they sweat running in circles,
And jump into their cars
To sit in traffic that’s quite busy,
I scratch my head to think
Why solving pollution is not easy.
I call my friend to discuss the issue,
But the line is always busy.
Get an instant message back,
Very, very busy,
Send me a text, will respond,
When find some time
From a schedule quite busy.
Answering thousands of social media messages,
It’s not very easy,
Of late, social media keeps
Everyone very busy.
Being social,
It’s a life not very easy.
Lost my chain of thoughts,
Brain must have been quite busy,
How to keep safe from Corona virus
It’s a task not that easy.
Say no to your destiny
How do you not say no to your destiny
And not find your own path,if any
Mark your own place in this world
To have your say you must be bold
Follow your destiny and bid your time
Soon you be old and time to say good by
So roll up your sleeves and put shoulders to the wheel
It won’t be easy but satisfaction you will feel
A path not marked by destiny for you to follow
Dangers will be plenty but life will not be hollow
You may fail or you may soar
But go ahead and explore without fear
You are the man to make your own destiny
You will mark your own time and place, no doubt, not any
So go ahead and say no to your destiny
Before it is too late
Sailing down the river of passion
At breakneck speed,
If we had time
To catch our breath,
Thousands of ways
I could have told you
How much I loved you.
Now as life is winding down,
And before the call comes,
I will just take a moment, and
Without much ado,
Simply say,
I love you.
I love you.
Heart of Stone
For a moment of your time
I gave away my whole life
Today you ask me for a moment
Alas, time has taken its toll
Left me a pauper
With a heart of stone