Someday

If I had wings,
I too would seek the refuge of
the woods in an island
far away from
all human treks and habitats,
like those vampire finches
in the Galapagos!
Perhaps someday,
as it is said for them,
a hurricane might take me there!
Perhaps someday,
I would have an island,
teeming with birds and beasts,
all to myself!
   

This someday, I wonder if that is not
another of my lame reasons to justify
the cruel slings and arrows of a calamitous time
and the making of a scepter from two pennies and a dime! 

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Sundown

Dedicated to thatmishmash

 

As the evening on its’ trepid steps approached,
a subtle melancholy spread its’ wings too,
(who knows from Hades or the Elysium)
the gush of wind from their fluttering tinged my soul!  
     

If I were a streetlight with sodium in my heart,
it was about time to start glowing red
and wait in silent anticipation
of the thrilling onset of night across my world!
     

If I were a bird far away from my dear home,
for sustenance, both my own and others’,
the time was nigh for me to turn around
and flap my wings to the opposite direction!
    

O but I’m neither a diurnal bird nor a sodium light,
in fact, to know myself I’m still in a perpetual fight!

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To A Friend

Dedicated to thatmishmash

 

An angel you are too, I have no doubt
with divine wings! Well, clipped perhaps if I
submit to what you say and I would have,
had I not known, the wings of an angel
always heal and regenerate with time!
   

See, how your words make others tread the sky
on their ethereal wings, bolstered with hope
and a better reckoning in their eyes,
a grand feat worthy of angels alone,
who can bestow their wings to common minds!
    

And this too I know that you are a saint,
canonized by the spring of Helicon
for love and all yielding admissions, so I pray –
may the God of love let you be on His pageant!

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Departure – A Senryu

Soaring past the clouds,
On his fiery wings he rose
And headed for the sun!

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I’m Just A Poet

Wish I could cry out at the top
of my heart and say I love you,
until my throat could wail no more!
But I know no matter how hard I try,
my shouts will never pierce your ears,
wish their reverberations would!

    

Wish I had wings to spread and fly
to play hide and seek with the world,
until my wings could flap no more!
But I know no matter how fast I go
my flights will never touch your skin,
wish my thoughts could warm you at least!

   

Wish I had the means and strength to uproot
the mount Everest of deceptive greed,
so the human world ran the way it should
but all I have is a humble pen that bleeds!

     

In the end, I’m just a poet who writes,
the rest is an illusion which they call my life!

   

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