The Audacity to Hope

THAT LIES OUTSIDE,

IS OF EXOTIC BEING.

SAY PRIVILEGED GAMBLED BIRTHS.

UNFORTUNATE; WINDOWS OPEN TO SUDDEN MORBIDITY. YET

SOME EYES GLAZE SURPASSING ITS ARRANGEMENT.  

BEYOND THE GREY SCALE,

A PALLET OF COLOR.

LUSTROUS EYES MAKE A KINGLY CROWN 

ON A BODY DESTINED TO SERVE THE CROWN.

THE AUDACITY TO HOPE;

OF WARM LIGHT IN SHIMMERING COLD,

OF BETTER LIVES OVER ACCEPTED ROLES.

DAYS PAST STAGNANCY AND DEVOID.

FOR, THE OUTSIDE REMAIN MUTE

AND WINDOWS OPEN TO LIMITED REALITY.

HOPE DISTORTS WHAT THE EYE SEES , 

LIGHTING DARK LANES BEYOND REALITY.

Lover in Delay

TWO HALVES OF ONE,

LIKE SPLITTING SKIES AT FIRST LIGHT.

THE LOVER IN SPRING

AND THE HEAVY HEART OF AUTUMN. 

GRAVITY FELT UNLIKE SCIENCE,

CAPTIVATED OR AGGRAVATED

EITHER WAY, HEAVIER. SLOW MOTION

DAYS OF BLACK WHITE OR COLOUR. 

TIGHTROPE WALKING,

ON THE NEUTRAL GROUNDS IT LAY.

THE RISING SUN OR DISSOLVING MOON

PERSPECTIVES OF A LOVER IN DELAY.

TWO SIDES ALONG SILENT MIDDLE POSITION.

THE BETTER HALF OR AUTUMN DISPOSITION.

The Nightingale Child

PAUSING THE ACT

SHE DARES TO DREAM.

IN COMFORT OF HER INNOCENCE,

THE NIGHTINGALE CHILD.

DISTRUBED BY FRAGILITY

OF HER SLEEP

AND THE WEIGHT OF RESPONSIBILITY.

THE ELDER WEEPS.

HER AUDACITY TO HOPE

WARMER THAN CANDLES AND ROBES.

WHO IS IT EASIER TO BE?

THE DREAMER OR THE HOPEFUL

DEAR NIGHTINGALE CHILD

DREAM A DREAM, FOR

SLEEPS SHALL BE FRAGILE THEREAFTER.

BEYOND WONDERLANDS, YOU SOUGHT AFTER.

Foreground

OF SMALL SIZES AND MIGHT

FOREGROUND DELUSIONS OF FORM AND TOUCH.

FACE VALUED FIRST,

SOPHISTICATED LATER.

GRAINS GRAINED TO DUST

TITANIC HEAPS OF COLLECTIVE EXISTENCE.

DROPS MAKES AN OCEAN

SMALLS MAKE LARGER DENOMINATION.

THEN WHY DOUBT MY MIGHT

DON’T FACE VALUE MY SIGHT.

I AM THE BIGGER PICTURE

I AM THE OCEAN, OF COMPOSED TEXTURE.

UNDERESTIMATED AND DESIGNATED.

HUMILITY FINDS NO PEACE BEING ABDICATED.

Capitalist Light

LIGHT A POOR HOME,

WHERE DARKNESS DISSOLVES

AND SHADOWS PAINTED COLOUR.

BUT THE LIGHT, AN INTRUSION

POVERTY’S MAKE-BELIEVE SUSPICION.

LIGHT IS A DISCOVERY

MAN PACING ON CURIOSITY.

A STAMPEDE OF HOPES AND ABILITY

GOOD AND EVIL, RICH-POOR

ALL INVENTED, ACCEPTED PROPHECY.

TOUCHED BY LIGHT, THE POOR SEE

DARKNESS NOT LIGHT,

IS EASIER TO BE.

Spice Dust Nation

A MOUNTAIN OF SPICE DUST, FIRM GROUND

MASKED BY QUANTITY AND GEOMETRY

A SHAKE, A BREAK. IT RECEDES AWAY

SPARKLED AND FLAT, GROUNDS MAKE WAY.

NATIONS BUILT ON HISTORY

MYSTERY, SAFFRON CODE DIRECTORY.

TOO RIGHT TO BE CENTRAL

NATIONALISM PAVES WAY FOR THE NON-EXISTENTIAL.

DUST OF SPICES

ROCKS INTO HANDFUL SIZES.

CONSUMED AS PURE NECESSITY.

BURNING, EYES CRY OUT TOO, SPRAYED CRUELTY.

BEAUTY MASKS EVIL, PURE TRAGEDY.

A HEAP OF TRADITION, 

FALSE MODERN INCLINATION.

A BAGGAGE OF CULTURAL DRAMA.

FLAT DUST OCCUPIES SPACE TOO

WHEN MOUNTAINS ARE BEDDED OFF THEIR ARMOUR.

Aunties and Pavilions

OF THE ALLEYS AND CRIKET

DAYS OF SHORT PANTS AND SELF MADE WICKETS.

TOSSES WON OVER CHEAT,

ICE CREAM TREATS OVER DEFEAT.

WINDOWS SHATTERED, CARS DENTED,

THE USUAL AFTERNOON GAMES.

AUNTIES PHONE MOTHERS IN SUCCESION,

COMPLAINING. APOLOGIES FOR COMPENSATION.

ODD OR EVEN, SPLIT TEAMS

SEAMLESSLY THROUGH SHADES OF LIGHT.

THE BATERS BAT AND BOWLERS BOWL

AND UMPIRES DECISION’S OVERTHROWN.

THE PAVILION IS WHERE TIME GROWS YOUNG

LIKE ROMANTICS DELIGHT OF ARTISTRY.

MANY SUNS AFTER, I SHALL SEE

A PAST AND NOT A FALLACY.

SOAKED IN MEMORIES

OF THE INNINGS THAT ARE OVER.

BICKERING OLD AUNTIES FONDLY REMEMBER

THOSE DAYS, NOW THAT WE ARE OLDER.

Autopilot Ambition

MANY SHIPS, MANY CAPTAINS.

MANY RIPPLES IN THE OCEAN SHPERE.

ANCHORED SHIPS CAST MASTS TOO,

OF STAGNANCY, WONDERING WHERE TO STEER.

A JOURNALIST, NOT A WRITER.

A VETENARIAN, NOT ANIMAL WELFARE.

AN ENGINEER, NOT LEGO.

A BANKER, “DON’T LET THAT OPPORTUNITY GO”

SOME SHIPS ON AUTOPILOT,

DRAGGED IN ANCHORS ACROSS OCEAN FLOOR.

WAKE UP CAPTAIN! A PREMONITION.

STORMY AND TIDAL;

HUMAN, MONEY MAKING EXPEDITIONS.

EATING UP YOUR FANCIFUL AMBITIONS.

The Pantry Car

WHITE, BROWN, ASHY AND GOLD.

COSTUMES OF EARTH THROUGH HOT AND COLD.

DISTANT DISTANCES BEYOND PEBBLES THROW,

GOING PLACES SINCE 24.

THE TRAIN HALTS AT A STATION.

CITY OF KEBABS, OF GREAT REPUTATION.

HUNGER PLAYED TRICKS.

THE PANTRY CAR SMELLED EXOTIC.

FLAVOURS FAMILIAR, YET OLD.

THE PREPARATION WAS KNOWN.

MEMORIES, EVENTS AND TANTRUMS THROWN.

THE DISH TOOK ME BACK.

“HOME SOON”; IT PACED ON TRACK.

Classroom

OPEN DOORS WELCOME ME,

BUT I HAVE NO WINGS TO FLY.

PAIN AND MISERY SURROUND ME,

REASONS I DONT DENY.

WHAT WRONG HAVE I DONE?

MY LIFE HAS JUST BEGUN.

I WANT TO FLY HIGH.

“HOW MUCH?”

10 FOR BISCUITS AND CHAI.

500 A MONTH CLIPPED MY WINGS,

EVEN BEFORE I TRY.

Mirage

THE WORLD IN HIS EYES,

AND AN EMPTY STOMACH.

LIKE STARS AT NIGHTFALL,

AMIDST SPILLING CLOUDS.

Patriarchy Upstream

IN MERCURY LIKE VASTNESS, 

I SAIL UNAFRAID.

MY WINGS SPREAD AGAINGST THE TOXICITY.

WORRY NOT WORLD, HAVE SOME FAITH.

WE TOO HANDLE MERCURY JUST RIGHT.

Wander Shoe

THROUGH  BLEEDING SUNS AND FLIRTATIOUS WINDS.

DUST AND  GRAINS, AND TRAVELLERS INN'S.

FORGOTTEN MAPS AND NEXT TO KIN.

TRACING SEAS, GREEN FIELDS AND UNEARTHED KINGS.

LAY LOOSE, REJOICE; ITS AMUSING!