WINGLESS…

                                      WINGLESS The potential is apparent in him, Like all brains, his head is a super clock, Legs want him to walk with them, And each time his presence is missing, Laughter is surpassed by boredom, He is the hope of the hopeless, The voice of the cheated, The eye of the eyeless The trumpet of the mouth-less, And the heart desires of many, O … Continue reading WINGLESS…

BLOODSTAINED AIRBAGS…

BLOODSTAINED AIRBAGS. I now slow down my steps when i walk by these police stations only so to get a chance to peer into the wreckage that’s left of cars pulled from accidents. I have learned to admire the destructive art of impacts sending massive cars into shriveled balls of crushed iron. This art that sends massive cars into death traps, death cans, death containers, … Continue reading BLOODSTAINED AIRBAGS…

Well Wishers…

  Fake smiles and diluted laughter, Morose praises like prayers, Blowers of hot and cold, Erratic as the British weather, Nature unknown and unfathomable, They are your eyes and executors, They are miserable and not able, You can’t foresee their formula , Sleep with eyes opened and speakers on, Your only friend is you, Stay away from the filthy minds, The mistakes of the world. … Continue reading Well Wishers…

Our Troubles Suffice Us. . I am glad that Poets are not asked To prove the facts in their lines Or cite evidences for the statistics They quote in stanzas. . That Shakespeare was not asked About how the world could be a stage And we, merely players when the earth Is round, and we aren’t playing after all. . I am glad that one … Continue reading