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Rained today

Rained today tearsOver a washed up body fromThe last attempt to boardThe ship of the living toThe other side land! Rained today andA child came out to playA memory in few yearsBut today it is full of tearsRained today gone. … Continue reading

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Willing it true

There are a thousand signsThrough the chain of stepsAn old woman attempts To conjuncture the omensOf her seeing An image of an imagination splitBetween fear and hope willing It true! January 19, 2021

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A ballad of a lonely raindrop!

This poem is an experimentation with Haiku and Tanka forms. It is also a reflection on the year of the pandemic as the year draws closer to its end. A storm passed? Let’s hope. … Lonely raindrop left An angry … Continue reading

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Celerity

Celerity The word of the day … Celerity The word of the ages … Celerity Is today’s word … With celerity The unseen visitor makes It’s calls on houses Unsuspecting Innocents Rides in Its waves … With celerity The unseen … Continue reading

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The Master’s boy

The Master draws a rose The words on the boy’s red lips Rest blood line, his, ceased. … November 25, 2020

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Wall map

Thousands of lines Run through the fabric Covering a plain wall Plain with no ceilings The lines are blurred and Coloured Borders remain Strong reminder of Divide invented Strangers of the same Yet Beautifully ornamented Thousands of lines Run through … Continue reading

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Hypertension

Boiling in silence Boiled to death How do you like your eggs? His ears ringing He didn’t hear Mrs Smith’s irrelevant question Sitting at the table Staring into the distance Occupying the empty white plate Front of him Abyss He … Continue reading

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Bedtime

Bedtime she says She reminds him of His mother and A half century of rebellion. His protest is not heard His heart is weak His soul is bored His days are numbered. The resignation letter reads So comes to pass … Continue reading

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Mosquito

She sucks the last drop of blood Out of his open vein He sings in vain A tune to ease The pain His arm drops unconscious She hovers over the wound She sucks the last drop of blood Then fly … Continue reading

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Beans and shadows

I wait for my coffee I set by a round table It stands on three twisted legs And I count the beans In my last pay cheque It is going to be a long while Before the next comes along … Continue reading

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