C’est La Vie, Mon Chéri

C’est La Vie, Mon Chéri

The final countdown has begun,
cruel winter is coming to the temple and the crown.
Feting the unweeded growth of life, I should have known
her majesty, Death, has many faces, of which
too much life is the devious one!

   

O sweet life, how I longed for thee
in my fretful dreams and my sleepless wanderings,
a loner, walking on the lonely path of life
and though the final hour is at hand, now I know,
blessings can be veiled ironies!

   

One, who has lived his entire life
in dire poverty, how fitting it is
that the tragic end of his walk should be
steeped in such filthy abundance!


 

Will This Winter Be?

Will This Winter Be?
Watch and Listen to a Reading of the Poem

 

As the chilling wind caresses my skin again,
I know the queen of seasons has embarked
on her three months’ hike down the path that leads to me.
So I fill my lungs with the ripe smell of autumn
for the last time, the yellow smell of fog
that will soon overwhelm the earth in a blanket of innocence.

Hopefully, the human world too will follow suit
to shed its ocher leaves of fear mongering
and forget the heady lure of xenophobia!
The last winter saw the fall of empires
and the following spring was lush with nation states
but by fall they were all proclaiming to be more right than the rest!

Will this winter be equal in significance
and witness the demise of these vile trends
in politics – seeking wealth instead of welfare,
pursuing war to sell arms instead of peace
and either opting to remain blind or
disguising self interest with a gossamer of religion?

O, the winter is nigh, the chill in the wind tells me so!
Are you ready for the change my fellow citizens of the world?
If you are, lets form a human chain across the earth, hand in hand,
indomitable, to make the coming spring, when she comes, truly grand!

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Nonconformance

Nonconformance

Is the moon there, even when I am not looking?
Nay, not for me, I will never be on the moon
until someone looks up and finds me standing there!
The only other way is for you to accept
my words with your eyes shut and I shall do the same
to yours on the moon being there without observing!
So, can you tell if God throws dice or does He not
and can you decide what He can or cannot do?
   

Do I exist, when I am not contemplating?
I know the world does, even though I have resigned
from all my weary thoughts of it, I know it from
the sulfide stench of self gratifying politics,
corruption and human greed, short sighted at its best
but mostly blind, that lets the air drop all around!
   

If you can breathe that putrid air without a flinch
then both you and I cannot live in the same world or time!
So either you must die or come and shoot me dead!
Come on, do not hesitate, you are only going to kill a man!

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A Model Citizen

A Model Citizen

No thanks, we have had enough of your lies,
enough of your petty charms already;
now loose that mask of conjured illusions,
we don’t need your bravado anymore!

Or, perhaps we don’t deserve better men
and women too than their lot, for they are
from the same stock, same blood and land as us,
vilified the way power is known to do!

My heart dreamed of being a hero when I was young
but soon history showed me the fate of heroes
and philosophy asked me, what good it would bring,
if absolute power corrupts absolutely!

So I resigned all my dreams and learned to be a model
citizen who eats, breeds then casts his vote for them as well!

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