“When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall
Then how should I begin
To spit out the butt-ends of my days and ways?”
--- T.S.Eliot
I juggle with the masks
And throw in one I like.
Now you take your call
And scan if you can.
I’ll only chuckle
And juggle all the way.
Cast your nets
And set out the traps,
Try as you may
I’ll still fly away.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Anthem of the Dwarf
A figure haunts my weary dreams.
From the darkest pits of time
It slowly rises as in smoke
And gently waving pensive arms
Casts a thousand-questions glance.
Out of time I grope about
In the vacant room of dream
And watch the slide of pouring sands
Which scream and tell me what I lost.
Out of ashes drenched with tears
Rose the blooming golden moon
And begged me then with open arms
To leap into a hope of bliss.
Tangled all in rotten weeds
I could only fall and sigh.
Caught in clock, I trudge along
And queue-up for my rationed joy.
From the darkest pits of time
It slowly rises as in smoke
And gently waving pensive arms
Casts a thousand-questions glance.
Out of time I grope about
In the vacant room of dream
And watch the slide of pouring sands
Which scream and tell me what I lost.
Out of ashes drenched with tears
Rose the blooming golden moon
And begged me then with open arms
To leap into a hope of bliss.
Tangled all in rotten weeds
I could only fall and sigh.
Caught in clock, I trudge along
And queue-up for my rationed joy.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Christmas Thoughts
I wonder what he would do
When asked to forgive
A creature who had killed
Hundreds in a day
With endless hate
And thirst for more!
I wonder what miracle
He with his love will conjure
And heal the wounded souls,
Who, charred for life
With bloody loss
Have lost the faith to hope.
I wonder without answer.
I only hope he comes
And cleansing all our souls
Of roaring storms
Of hate and rage
Lifts our hearts to light and peace
As like sunlit clouds in May.
I hear your hollow laugh;
Somewhere back, another blast.
When asked to forgive
A creature who had killed
Hundreds in a day
With endless hate
And thirst for more!
I wonder what miracle
He with his love will conjure
And heal the wounded souls,
Who, charred for life
With bloody loss
Have lost the faith to hope.
I wonder without answer.
I only hope he comes
And cleansing all our souls
Of roaring storms
Of hate and rage
Lifts our hearts to light and peace
As like sunlit clouds in May.
I hear your hollow laugh;
Somewhere back, another blast.
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