Lunar-face Talks

In a way,

your concrete ceilings, let your

wanderings away from the wonders

of the godly intoxication,

of the wine in the ‘Di-vine’:

Pure white celestial of Her Highness:

Full Moon, face half in shadows,

With half a frown above

Her astounded, grey eyes…

Ungodly concerns of most mortals

Down below,

Mar her worried concerns,

Else veiled in willing disguise.

The man in the ‘hu-man’, doubtful

Of the wine in the ‘Di-vine’ embrace,

Causes her to weep, saged

By her utter disbelief

In the ‘truth’ of their lies!


Hence the concrete man-made,

Raised on grandly, god-like premise!


Written: 14-05-2014





























































































Screen of Burns

Something hastily burns

In the birth of this mist,

Some fast-rising smoke;

Resemblance of an aura

Of a scenic skyscape, an expanse

Over an endless sea, meditative thought:

What we never do, and to what we ought.

Just as clouds that kiss the Moon-face,

Floating on a breeze, forever travellers,

Crossing same paths, familiar lines,

Finding something new in every embrace.

Better to lose at times, but to lose with grace!


We have lived in this concrete, plastic-fibre place

Enough, to know the organic value of things…

What good is after all, a reality, constructed

Within walls of stagnated, un-growing thought!

The real, as surreal as the ideal itself,

Not to be contained in human brain boxes;

She just is, let her be.