Archive for August, 2015


warning: ‘sweet’ scribble ahead 🙂

image

across sultry
early spring
dusky skies

visions of you
glaze my eyes

mere daydreams
converging parallel streams

of
simple dreams

of sharing
the feeling
of being

of feeling

gentleness
warmth

thoughts
hopes
fears

some laughs
some tears

lapping at the shore
caressing the soul
to its core

while
intoxicating
Inflaming

all
senses

so
achingly close

separated merely
by picket fences

to
thoughts
of a friend

a fellow traveller
sharing
joys

knowing hearts at times
need soothing bouys
and
always striving
to maintain
mutual respect

never ever and i mean never as in ever ☺

being judgemental

choosing instead
to understand

by being
a bit more
circumspect 👍

and
by having also
tasted pain

and
hurt

loss
grief

of
being mindful
of time

that wily ol’ thief

and
so
i dream my dreams

delicious
seductive
serene
pure

dreaming that
my dreams
of you

persist

&
endure

✌🌻

walking through the crowd …

alone
not lonely

traversing oceans
skipping mountains

tugged by beckoning smiles

absorbed along
endless miles

seeking strands of hope
loosely strung

untying the noose
where desolation once hung

while
scribbling verses unfathomably obtuse

discarding meter and rhyme

frantically
chasing ever-fleeing time

knowing
my moulting skin
is all that i have to lose

while still
walking through the crowd

alone
not lonely

an outsider

always
seeking peace
within

ever hopeful
of gentler days

when
healing may begin

soothing the soul

casting off leaden  weight

of so much that has in tne past,

past

deciphering silence …

you and i

shielded by silence
barred from ourselves
insured against feelings

exiled hearts
building ramparts

a berlin wall
that may fall

so my friend
lay your head
upon my chest

and let my fingers
run through your hair

lulling you gently
to rest

life is far too short anyway
to squander even a day

so rest
my friend

rest

and lay your head
upon my chest

aren’t we all
at times

fragmented
broken
hypocritical
deliriously happy
mean
generous
pained
lost
hopeful
alive
numb
lonely
alone.

at times?

right. of course.
naturally . indeedy-doo.

well, your timing always was, intolerable’

✌🌻

flickering moonbeams …

on ancient shores
retracing steps

wet sand beneath bare feet

sipping kisses
hungry

sweet.

in distant streams

soul heart body mind
bathed as one

in sundrenched streams

flowing
ebbing
teasing
tugging

tasting
lapping
meandering

breathing caresses

wildly flickering
like
giddy moonbeams

on the cool wet sands

of
our beach of dreams

The African Rains …

Soaking,
the rains settle,
meandering over jagged faultlines of our memory.

Drenching,
the rains settle,
streaming through veins,

the thud-thudding of the heartbeat of Africa.

Absorbing,
the rains that settle,
within each of us,

herald rebirth.

And,
if you listen,

if you strain to hear,
while shedding the raucous noise of your inner turmoil.

If you listen,

the whispers of the ancestors,

speak to us all,
lending us warmth,
urging us to stand,

even though we may
stumble,

even though we may fall.

neurons | dendrites 🔩

something splintered
the fragmented mind

deep within
flimsy neurons

on
that day in may …

something splinters
flimsier dendrites

each and every bloody day

a shared mosaic

a shared mosaic.

threads
intertwined
bind

him
her
you

&

i

together.

earthy
shades
colours

hues
fuse

him
her
you

&

i

together.

one mosaic

one world
one race

human …

him
her
you

&

i

together …

memories of Ma …

bygone yesterdays
ploughing through

wisps of time
rekindle memories

of days now long gone
of evenings filled with birdsong

my Ma calling me home

for warm roti
cardamom chai

( sigh )

Scribbling Verses …

scribbling verses
on her bare back

my fingers
rhyming

each flourish a caress
etching odes to hope
across the canvas

of warm skin …

her breath
inflamed

seeking
fingertips
lips

sashaying in the evening breeze

dancing free
abandoning trepidation

what do i know
as
fingers flutter

over undulating peaks
valleys

softly
gently

as soul meets soul

she who is
half of my whole

she who remains

my perennial
meditation

embers
sear

our open sky

rippling strings
bound together

like
falling stars
strumming
murmured melodies

emblazoned across shared tapestries

alive with colours

earthy
and
green

softening the stings
of all that was

all that is

all that has been

the duality of time …

time
erodes

loves lives hearts
souls spirits selves …

time
mends

wounds
souls

a salve
a balm

knowing
in the end

there is always

only

stillness
silence

peace
calm

my vagabond heart …

my vagabond heart
shuffles
ever on

seeking unknown truth
here there everywhere
as years fade like youth.

still the vagabond heart shuffles ever on

the paths have been long
stepping across minefields

at times hopeful
at times suffocated by dread

while too many fractured smiles
and
tattered feelings
litter the paths i have tread.

my vagabond heart shuffles still

its
pieces strewn
hither and thither

my
tears slipping
slithering bruised
perennially on the mend

as i trudge on
oblivious

but ever hopeful
ever searching

for the wild flower
that may blossom

just
around

the next bend …

The Standard Model …

bygone kisses
hungry breaths

all our lives
all
our
loves

all just
a couple
of particles

like
me & you
as we model

standardly
entrenched

and
as we
strum
plucking strings

while
hearts go busily about
rearranging things

as
particles do

that gentler way …

that gentler way …

sometimes in dreams
this world feels a much gentler place

where hunger stalks nights and days no more

where we share this earths gifts

more equally
less greedually

a gentler place

where we’ve bade farewell to war …

sometimes in dreams
i taste the hope

of a gentler world

where songs of joy may be heard each day

a gentler world
where we all

all of us
together

as one

always
always

always
strive to find

that gentler way …

( inspired by Pete Seeger’s “Last Night I had the Strangest Dream” )

http://stopwar.org.uk/music/pete-seeger-last-night-i-had-the-strangest-dream

the air and the flute

the air and the flute …

as air caresses the flute

unseen

leaving not a trace
of itself

gently melodious notes
echo invisibly

fused
by passionate breath mingling with air

unseen

wordlessness

wordlessness …

shards of everyday life
slice through

cleaving
flesh

splintering
bone

battering the ramparts

chiselling away
incessantly

endlessly

shaving off pieces
bit by bit

tearing muscle

frying synapses
charring hope

with
only the
inevitability of endlessness

the tide of desolation

washing in
soaking dreams in diesel

fueling storms that rage within

deep
inside yourself

where there is only you
where all the pain
all the loss

feels

at least
true

dreams fade
eventually

slithering
into
pale fogginess.

years recycle years

grinding down
shellshocked lives

more
raw
fodder for the beast.

but not hope

because
hope persists

mercilessly
jabbing

at
the
core

hope twists knives

a
teasing
constant
ache

hope

the very ache
that
assures me

that

i

am

alive

the immigrant at home

the immigrant at home

fatigued
pained

cast adrift
shunned aside

living
existing
on
islands of despair

deprivation
death

human beings
you and i

who just yesterday
or perhaps many lives ago

were
hounded
persecuted
jailed

cursed
spat on

rendered
alien at home

and
then

lost at sea

mere cattle
to be hauled

onto desolate cages

mere cargo
in the
economics of flesh

and
who
now

are
everywhere

cursed
spat on

and
told

to go home

Racism is Binary

racism stalks streets,
flowing with blood,

red blood.

not black, white, saffron, green, yellow,

but,

red blood,

like the colourless tears that stream,

down faces of all hues,

&

of every shade,

human beings all,

just humans,

who into dust or ashes do fade.

racism on the prowl,

deafening,
virulent ignorance,

embraced by those who hate,

seeping out of diseased tongues that bray & howl,

while,

humanitys’ corpse,
lies in state.

racism is binary,
soul-less,

with just a single choice to make,

so think carefully now, o’ patient reader,

cos’ racism is binary,
soul-less,

& there is only one choice that is right …

… the dazzling fusion of a rainbow,

or dull,
bland,

empty white.

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