Archive for February 4, 2013


Walk with me,
in this lonely world,

where hearts are casually broken,
and kind words rarely spoken.

Take my hand,
on this highway of brittle glass,

where love is traded like blue-chip shares,
and bank-balances are coveted as priceless wares.

Smile with me,
as we walk hand in hand,

as the ocean tickles our toes on the cool beach sand.

Smile with me,
and I shall smile too,

we may not have much,

but you will have all of me,

and I will have all of you.


On a momentary sliver of hope,

in the vacuum of a desolate night,

she appears,
in a blazing instant,

a dream perhaps,

a wishful, comforting apparition,

yet she appears.

Her breath is warm,
her touch light,
her laughter tender.

She takes my hand,

I hold on,
clinging to the vision,

though she is long gone,

I live the lie, in moments here and there,

and as she blows me her farewell kiss,

I live the lie, I smile,

squinting to focus,
to embrace, to hold on,

to a transient moment,

of long lost bliss

February 2013 issue of Decanto


Poem appears in the February 2013 issue of Decanto


An unpleasant whiff,
settles down, infecting fertile minds,

reeking of prejudice, propped-up in gaudy ostentation.

The odour slips through barricades, absorbed through oblivious pores.

I resist, I tell myself,

I dispel such rotten thoughts,

yet the plague,
of intolerance,
and of hate,

and of racism and of prejudice,

biding its time.

It waits,
patient and calculating,

knowing it has time on its side.

And with our complicit silence,

the hate,
the intolerance,

the racism,

is emboldened,

no longer seeking,
hidden corners of the mind,

to embed itself,

and hide

Breathing regrets,
in greedy swallows,

the guilt thickening my marrow,

I seek no salvation,
for none can be found.

Lost in the labyrinth of lies,
wasting away each night,

I resist no more,
the shackles to which I am bound.

My yesterdays scald my waking thoughts,
and today ravages my night,

I expect no absolution,
my sins shroud my being,
entombing me ever so tight.

Tomorrow inevitably appears,
a ghastly vault in which I am trapped,

no point in resisting now the coming doom,
my will to fight has itself been sapped.

So walk away, leave me be,

you deserve to be free,

and do not turn,
do not look back to see,

my suffocating soul,

cast adrift,

to drown in this bleak cold sea

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