Missed deadlines
“Can you see time? No. Then you should stop looking for it.” – Zen Proverb Under drooping eyelids Over the poised pen that waits Inside bits and bytes Around exhausted sinews Beneath unread books Between rows and columns of galloping thoughts I attempt to inject my excuses For deadlines missed. I wait for you...
To see is more than you thought you could see
What I see is not what you see What you don’t see is what I see What I don’t see you may not see And in this sea of seeing we see All that we ever want to see Never seeing what we’d never see! To see or not to see, you see Has the...
Beneath a myth
The broken fence did not say a word But in my mind a story began Some falls, some deaths queued up like a herd Then gory stories woke up and ran Thus the myth of hilly risks began! The book had all things fantastical Then words began to spread their charm What should have been...
Holding life in your hands is not intimidating at all
A touch that says what it wants to say Must be just that, no more Why must a glance be more Than a glance that’s met love on its way? The song of a bird perched on a tree Is not about philosophy Not about a higher me It’s not a path, nor clue, nor...
The Seven Laws
One Human touch, like a word on paper, may create Imperishable poetry, Wind can blow away the fragrance of herbs – Marooned thoughts make love an inactive verb. Two That only tidal-waves and epics gesticulate Passionately Is wrong. Ripples and haikus fill any chasm: It is passion that creates an orgasm.
I must grow my own wings
From within an airplane I look out Look about As we soar high above circling vultures Regions and cultures Down below must also be butterflies And conflicts and a handful of lies My mind soars With thoughts tied in mundane lures
The writer and an idea
Sunset melts into moments dark and delicious Surrounded by utterly sinful gonadal giggles It is like a walk on the periphery of temples With all the Gods locked inside their cages The wind loves to softly caress, and the darkness Envelops forming an impenetrable cordon Happy pauses and joyous exclamations are the only grammar In...
The Game
Much before knowing the rules, comes watching, Observing how others play their game They did not have to be masters every time That’s why watching and learning was never a shame To his watching he wanted to give a name And he decided to call it ‘the game’ So from one year to another, one...
The Poem
She looks At me And leaves Me free To think And do To both Be true Who can She be But poetry . . . . . . Arvind Passey 02 April 2016
News in rhyming tweets – 08 March 2016
* “A new way to lower heart disease, diabetes risk” The Hindu Oils in the health race have grapeseed ahead Even the hoity-toity olive oil must now go to bed! * “Delhi govt plans legal action against channels” The Hindu Doctored videos on news channels is a sin Put such journalism in the recycle bin!...
Some truth about reflections
The mind Can never find The truth because Reflections Tell a different truth Like when a mind reflects On a happening It changes its nature Like conversations Reflecting life through words Meander into mumbles Like when I look into the past It reflects conflicts as lessons Praise as jokes Wayward thoughts as steps Leaving me...
The Analogy
Colors and hues Look at us all the time Through a shape they’ve adopted Wondering why We’ve fixed a place For them Colours too have imagination and Love to go where they imagine their future to be Or they’re needed most Or they help a story move on Or assist a poem say what it...
