Wishing on a new star
Perhaps a mind game
It’ll be a compliment
Certainly an excitement
My world’s gonna be brighter
It’s the future
There’s a new star
Wishing on a Dame?
Guessing game on
Could be a Don!

Cacophony of quacks

This orchestra
A cacophony of quacks
Quacks of love
Unlike the ducks
Small and loud
Like toads
They are toads
Ugly, perhaps like me
Sing we do
Rhythmic love songs
Under cover of rain
This Moresby rain
Sing we do
Like toads
Sing we do
Like toads
Perhaps like ugly me

Happy New Year, 2016

On the eve of the birth of a brand new year 2016, friends, I dedicate this piece to you all.

Birth of a new day
Its infancy’s rays
Glow with excitement
In constant agreement
Perhaps with yesterday
In its own way
Or with tomorrow
Will its sorrow
And the grumbles
Or will its sorrow
With the wind be blown
Into yesterday’s oblivion?

Like a leaf in spring time
Fresh and determined
Take on a new self
You might be just what you needed.

Wishing you all a Happy New Year, 2016.

In uncertain minds

Just like naughty kids

With uncertain minds

And evergreen rhinorrhea

With scruffy looks

And pooppy diapers

Worst of all

The verbal diarrhoea

Stinks up the place

Even a cyclone can’t dispose

Scent of ages hence

Marks a journey downhill

As I live on perched up

High in uncertain minds

I may not be alone

There’s a new bird
Singing a new song
Atop the Tree of old
When a spring is born

There’s a new ray
From the Sun of old
Gleaming anew
Where the dew is fresh

There’s a silent whisper
Amidst the winds of past
There’s a new shadow
Silhouette of an elder

I may not be alone
There’s another loner
It could be myself
Nah! It couldn’t be me

The other side

Where lights of dawn crash and burn

Amidst tranquilityy of its silence

Whose dusts never rise an inch

Lying still in perpetual sleep

Tis a place sleep never cease

Rest is always taken for granted

But unused dreams rise up like mountains

And continue to grow like the Himalaya

O’ the other side

Never once a delinquent’s abode

Every man free to his own plot

Every woman is single

Time can’t its patience measure

Nor can priests its faults find

Men can’t its daughters defile

Nor can pestilences its sons afflict

Absolute freedom I desire

That which is found only in you

Take my hand but not just yet

Let me fill my cup of dreams

Where dark of night is forgotten

And dawn is not anticipated

What really is dusk then?

Would I ever know the answer?

My fore fathers chose you

This other side

It is but my right to choose you too

When my time is right


(Dedicated to Nalepa Diou Febi)

Nalepa Diou Febi

Nalepa Diou Febi

Though I listen to myself constantly
Not the sound of blinks have I heard
Nor the sound of hair growing
Even in the storms of my life
The thunderous thud fades to nothing
But this voice of a call
Perpetual call of a voice
Sweet like the sugary sap of a cane
Mingles with my blood
Resounds even to the ends of my little world
It won’t be long, oh it won’t be long
When the moons mature and the days gather in years
The years will bring us together
On a level field shall we ride on
You into your future
As I guide you on
The image of a child, of a man
My child
Constantly, incessant call of a voice
Even as I sleep
I am listening


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