Monday, March 28, 2011

The night comes
and i am
lulled into layered labyrinths
of twisted dreams.
My lungs 
scream in protest;
i swim on. 

Saturday, March 26, 2011

The Thursday Think Tank - #41 Uniforms & Service

The tricky part
of being 
under a uniform 
is being 
myself 
while being 
like 
everybody else. 

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Ragweed

Poisonous hatred
for other forms of life
oozes suicidally
from a ragweed crop.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

The Wisdom of the Japanese Ladybird Beetle






The urgency of life
is welling up inside her
but in her wisdom
she'd rather wait
another year
for another summer
than lay an egg
on an occupied leaf.

She knows that
she'd be condemning
her offsprings
to a fate of
starvation and competition
with other children
of other females
over the nutrition
of a single leaf.

So she chooses to
forgo the chance
and save her eggs
for the coming winter,
when food would be scarce
and hard to find;
the nutrition would
help her survive.

The next year
another summer
and another chance
to occupy a leaf.
So she makes
a quick move
and lays her eggs,
protecting them against
other females like her.

The purpose of her life accomplished
she curls up into winter sleep;
upside down and legs bunched close
she shrivels up on a dead leaf.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Lemmings

Leaping off cliffs is an 
Exodus of foolish creatures that
Multiplied too many and gnawed
Most of their pastures barren. They're plunging
Into the treacherous waters of the 
Norwegian sea, blindly hoping that it'll
Get them to newer, greener lands.
Some are lucky but they'll repeat the mistake.























Monday, March 14, 2011

The Wonders of Life

Somewhere in the
deepest depths
of the oceans 
and inside the
hottest volcanoes:
infinitesimally
tiny creatures thrive;
and they've been 
thriving 
since aeons before
our ancestors 
first set foot
upon the earth. 

Friday, March 11, 2011

The Thursday Think Tank - #39 Ghosts

Maybe ghosts hovered
in the air
unseen, untouched and unheard
till the tsunami struck Japan;
it was the work of angry ghosts.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

The Thursday Think Tank - #38 Quotes & Quotations

"Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and becomes a host, and then a master?
Ay, and it becomes a tamer, and with hook and scourge makes puppets of your larger desires.
Though its hands are silken, its heart is of iron.
It lulls you to sleep only to stand by your bed and jeer at the dignity of the flesh.
It makes mock of your sound senses, and lays them in thistledown like fragile vessels.
Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral."
             ` Kahlil Gibran



Change,
Just sweep me
away from home.
Take me somewhere;
take me anywhere.
But just sweep me
away from home.

Oh! Change!
Whether winds
or tides,
I long for you
to come to me
and shake me
out of these
four walls,
that have trapped me
with their cunning
assurances of safety
against imagined dangers.

They've blinded me with their
 monochromatic dullness.
They've made me deaf
by insulating me
against the natural cacophony
though harsh,
now music to me.
They've made me numb
and deprived me
of the sensuous beauty
of nature all around me.
They've quelled the
song in me.
Confined am I
and entrenched in ennui.


So change ,
Just sweep me 
away from home.
Take me somewhere;
take me anywhere.
But just sweep me 
away from home. 




Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Sweat

Sweat: a badge of achievement
forming beads on my forehead,
tickling the hair on my brow,
trickling down my back
and drenching my shirt
after a hard jog
in an attempt to lose weight.