Posted in Current Affairs, Literature on Oct 15th, 2009 1 Comment »
I have tried everything I was taught
to do. Trying to fit in the world
by becoming someone who,
I am not. An everyman.
What’s going on? How tragic
is this shallow happiness
becoming emptiness, seeking
where is the enlightenment?
Punch me hard to bleed.
Hit me more. Be harsh to me
like a nihilist. Obliterate
my every apprehensions.
Pull me away from this reality,
sheltered in [...]
Posted in Literature, Politics on Jun 26th, 2009 4 Comments »
Idealism is one glorious
iridescent flame-
a magnet to young blood
swathe in innocence. How
with our simplicity,
our winged resistance-
singed and burned. Died
until our ashes will mix
in the wick, obliterated
by mediocrity and irrelevance.
Our lives wasted and fading
to wisps of smoke-
in a country where poverty is
a usual sight. Everyday
like cockroaches,
we swarmed the sewers of society
and its livid pavement. Of placards-
waving [...]
Posted in Literature on Jun 25th, 2009 9 Comments »
Mystery unravels tonight,
strange a landscape-
since you left. The room is
a parched valley of sheets
as I lay naked, bathe
in the lunar light.
Sans the gravity
of your satellite. It orbits
without the ocean’s rage
of high tides luminating
passion, as I grope
within the walled corners
of the stark midnight.
Sadness falls
like rockets ebbing
the bed. Its trajectory
creating pockmarks
and craters
of a dormant volcano.
I tip-toed.
To our [...]
Posted in Literature on Jun 5th, 2009 1 Comment »
I came from the east
And you from the west.
The space between us
is an empty canvas.
Our footsteps were
unsure scribbling of lines.
Our lives were
charcoal grey sketches.
Our beings were
liquid pigments, pressed
out of tube-like existence.
Paint the words
written by fate.
Our union pre-destined.
Our spirits would soon
penetrate this world,
transforming our bond
from this obscure surface.
Like criss-crossing layers
of texture and dimension.
Your blood. And my [...]
Posted in Literature on May 31st, 2009 2 Comments »
I left the world as it is
Not a tear has been shed,
Only the mist forming
faint breath of dying-
wisps of memory
of the world when
I first found it.
The womb of the earth
gave birth, a wound won’t heal.
A fading montage
I watched. I witnessed.
A cycle of suffering.
A continuous decay.
People lying lifeless
of hunger, alienation,
war and hate.
Dog eats dog, surviving
like savages
inflicting pain. [...]
Posted in Literature on May 6th, 2009 No Comments »
I never had a dream
in black and white.
Like the moon’s
dichotomy of faces
and the ocean’s
abysmal depth.
Mine is a crisp
flapping of maple-
leaves turning fire
in the autumn sunlight.
Or a bottle-nosed dolphin
gliding in cetacean grace.
Light refracting on water
of blue and purple magic.
I never had a dream
in black and white.
A monotonous photograph,
of flexed sinewed arms,
simulating sand dunes
meandering in ochre charm.
Mine [...]
Posted in Architecture & Design, Memoirs on Sep 17th, 2008 1 Comment »
Room gravitates with clacking sounds from T-square and triangles repelling each other at drafter’s boards. Blood races with time. Sweat drips left watermarks on vellum as inkblots nervously travels the maze of light pencil strokes. There were smudges of graphite dusting above the immaculateness of the paper that the fruity-smelled eraser had not breezed through. Then, forms of squares and [...]
