A Poem — I sat pondering from my corner Watching children running and balling Unmoved, thoughts drifting from their world From where cometh inspiration? Can I just pen down words and form impression; Or first, gather thoughts from observation? I miss those times writing came so easy Other days require more reading An extra effort requiring Waiting patiently for a leading I’d rather prefer the former smooth sail I remained still, reminiscing It’s been two moons in incubation The third must be my incarnation Birthing anew, a constant reality: It takes intention to write expressions That forest of literary reflections The trees chiming with rhymes Those leaves shedding refrains And trunk of symphony Are birthed from silent seeds of thoughts

Seek And You Shall Find — Make hay The sun won’t wait Its flame will fade Build bridge Your walls will fail With it your gains Dream big The sky is blue With space for you Take breaks Others can race And fill your space Have faith When doubt assails And prayers fail Admit guilt Will give you peace Won’t make you weak Light love For love is light And light is life Live right With harmony In love’s accord End waste They take up space For scarce resource Go green And keep it clean The earth to heal Just you and me

A Poem — I glared, reveling tender faces Their infant lips and lovely voices Each, a reflection of harmless beauties Chords of innocence wrapped in smiles Of tiny hearts that know no hate Pricked by thongs of hunger pains, They let it pass after their fill I’m left flooded with inquiries Where did we pick up hate? Why do we have racists? I didn’t see a racist face I didn’t see a narcissist I didn’t see a feminist No sign of misanthropy, On those tiny faces Just humanity in purity Oh earth reclaim thy innocence Devoid of hate and pestilence Let hearts return to infancies Forgiving and healing earth’s agony

The Day I Got Bold — I have long been an introvert but more than that I’m also a perfectionist. I can be so particular about details and how people feel about my actions generally. Each day I had to endure the conflict of getting things right and very right too. This affected my writing as…

A Poem — The night before the dawn I saw a full new moon bloom In its rays of silver splendour I heard it singing loudly: Forget the dark past The contractions that sadden earth Those long nights that darken my shine And disappeared happy shadows of life Forget the past when engine wings avoided the sky And tourist bays turned to desolate landscapes Look around, the mist is giving way Heavy and broken sighs forming smiles Sweet moon stay true Obtain for me a wholesome truce Between the dark and dawn of day Assure my coming paths Each day of 365s That healing is coming That the tides of death are ending

A Poem — 02 January 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: feeling the blank Not until recent times My mind turned a blind eye To the stunning dynamics of emptiness That blankness awaiting beginning Formlessness hoping for form A barren field of unseen harvesting A galaxy of interstellar covert to sky A forest of trees devoid of seeds… And so I took a…

A Poem — I am not blind My heart hearkens to poetry lines Whether or not they have some rhymes I read each poet’s expressive verse Be it free, prose poetry, Haiku or Sonnet I see their hearts laid bare They calm my thirsty quest Relieve unwarranted stress Instill fresh vibes within my mind I am not blind I read what I like And like what I see The likes are not fiats Opposing tunes are cherished too Appreciating every piece of expression But here’s a caveat I have no suite for hate lines No place for racist verse All else are welcomed on this my space

New Year’s Resolution — Unrestrained by Covid’s stripes Leaving tales of death behind I see pains washed off the riverside It’s been a lonely walk in the dark of night Crisis scribbling scourges on broken pages For days in ascending pillaging Leaving life’s amazing chapters shattered And now the year fades with a tag: An age of staying alive Of masked faces hiding smiles Of distant social human miles But we did survive Some loved ones left behind Here we are Awaiting another revolutionary turn Wishing healing upon its times We shall rise with the tides We shall regain lost pride We shall make greater strides Never again to be taken by surprise Shall be ready for a next strike But until then, we must stay alive

A Poem — The smiles kept forming Mystic feelings of joy unending Welled from a depth of inner peace Unsettling turpitude of gloom Never minding Covid’s variant snare But none saw its envious ascent The sweet heavenly stream of smileys Veiled behind a makeshift prison wall Waiting to see this plague masked That lovely smiles may break free Beaming harmony and healing Enchanting hearts with the hope Of a smiley contagion