Thursday 20 September 2012

The Kingfisher

The urban man has been here.

gone are the muddy pools that splattered in the rain,
stirring dreamy emotional outbursts.

gone is the gnarled, prickly bark
that blossomed into thousands of deep red desire.

gone are the aspirations, the quest for a dreamer's fulfillment.

the flash of blue in the midst of green glade can be seen no more!

the urban man has hacked away its glittering voice and its keen eye


No more urgent splash of a clean dive into the still pool

No more dream of a silvery catch,

for, the urban Man was here.


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Thursday 13 September 2012

Men beware
The tigress is on the prowl
She will enslave you,
Belittle you, devour you.

Poor creatures at her mercy
Waging out their tails at her beck and call

Pride yourself if you master her.
Slash her spirits, Stab her soul,
Unwing her.
Make her your own.

No Prometheus should ever be Forgiven.

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Thursday 23 February 2012

mind that knew no bounds


The young mind that knew no bounds
But fettered by the contours of the body
Thinking the exterior is everything failed to step out
Only to be assured that it is my intelligence that matters

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me?


What is the real me?
The little lass in me that wanted to scale the skies?
To yearn for the invincible
To look for the unreachable
To scour the clouds to try and etch my name amongst the stars

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Friday 10 February 2012

the wedge is driven deeper into the heart,
to bleed till death 'tears' me apart
each sec. do i sigh 
to think that it wasn't 'love' as thought i 

cannot mourn the passing out of joy,
cannot celebrate the coming of age.
fluttering egos clash in a golden cage,
'Love' was just another word, a mindless toy.






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