Thursday, December 11, 2014


I can smile when I am in pain
I can’t laugh; not even feign
Pain is a temporary feeling,
It’s nothing but a transitioning,
From a mental state of stasis
To one of instant catharsis.

What’s a lover’s pain?
But a feeling someone can’t contain.
Pain is eternal, it has no limit
I can’t ever recall being without it
When I was an errant fool in school
Even in my flighty youth trying to be cool.

Pain devastates, leaves our life in shambles
As I grow old and as my defence crumbles
I wonder, “Was there a day that went by,
Without the pain that we endure nightly
Be it in a hospital’s operating table
Or, in pursuit of this literary dream, so noble?”

I can smile when I am in pain
But I can’t laugh; not even feign.

Friday, February 14, 2014


Dust I must, but I can’t leave it to rest
Despondent dust: it's your flaky feel I detest
They hang in cobwebs, in corners, and book cases
Little nooks, crannies, and unsuspecting places.

I get tired of this dusting and say, “oh well,”
Uninvited guests, please spare my clothes if you will
Go hang somewhere but not on my wall
If I find you someplace I'd sweep till you fall.

Dust I must, because I am allergic
Even if, perchance, it'd make me neurotic
Oh! Leave my books alone, I have just dusted them
What use are dust jackets? Thickly coated their spines become?

Up here, up there, this dust tires me, oh, they kill
Dusting all the time, agreed, is a matter of skill
Watch me do it with a duster and broom in hand
Till my house is clean; able for next the onslaught to withstand.