To Be Kind

How can one, With the mood of salt Be the one, To keep a steady thought How can I Be bold as ice. When different times, I freeze my eyes. My tears in winter, The ridge between us. And yet I am, The wisest height. How can I, Whose lost with fright, Be the one,…

The 11th One

It was a cold night when I finally crawled into my tent. My master had sent me out with the least provisions. He wanted to pass across a message of peace in this delicate time of disobedience. For me, it meant barely enough room for my feet which remained out on the cold grass. And…

Wide Eyed

There are days when nothing moves me. Do I remain seen? Or am I simply forgotten in the moment, Of someone else’s revelry.

Yuyen Garden

I had to go twice! That is how startled I was when I first saw the Yuyen Garden. There were fish and statues and arched passageways, ancient tiles and dramatic trees. One viewing was never going to be enough. It was some two hundred yen to go in. After walking through tables after tables of strange…

Man’s True Form

There is a rush of making, Wild unsettling, Like of roaming. Chance of choking. Hell in hoping. Someone breaking. And the sorrow of knowing, Man’s true form.

The Horizon South Africa

The  best part about travel is finding a world left bare and open for you. And you are given the chance to touch it, let your eyes run across it, envy it and capture it however you like. If there is ever a greater freedom for us, it is in moving feet. Not the comfort of…

In Your Embrace

In your embrace, I am lovely. A speck of dust, Would hardly touch me. In your embrace, I am worthy. The crusted diamonds, They look to me. In your embrace, I am happy. For longer  moments, You laugh with me. In your embrace, I am held. As a part of something, I am blessed. In your…

Hercules

How I danced through the mist. Elbow high and thickening. My feet barely touched the ground. When I danced through the mist. The world was gleaming after this. Not dark, cold or raining in. Alive, bright and wildly seen. Against the troubles of rising mist. I found me feet and flew right in. A warrior burnt into…

Oh The Roses!

Imagine the world from the view of a rose. Must be fascinating! They colour our world and share our love with one another. Human beings are very adept in using them and this gives roses the best views of our world. I tried my hand at taking pictures of sites, from a rose’s perspective. And…

MORNING

The crack of dawn greets me. A brilliant smile on its face. A rushing to smile back, Sends me to the rails. My arms spread wide, My chest expands, And I breathe the warming air of morning.  

My Poetry

Every single time I write poetry I get scared. It is one of life’s hardest things to do and I know I am exposing my self to ridicule. But it is like the colour of my veins are turning black with ink, willing me to expose myself. So every single time I write poetry I…

Gregory’s Journey

There is a house on the moor where a lady ran and shut herself in. The sea beats against the shore relentlessly and all she hears are the words that brought her here. Her lover saying that he was not too brave to come to her. He was searching for his lover but then he found the…