Sunday, February 19, 2017


My sleep last night was a nitty-gritty
I imagined a dream oh so very pretty
As I have slept into an enchanted story
While leisurely strolling along a fantasy
Indulged into unforeseen sentimentality
Nimbly swinging between virtue & vanity
I discovered an angel in this forsaken city
With whom I have had unspoken intimacy.

Saturday, February 18, 2017


Faces within faces appear, strangely familiar images
There is no telling if my genetic memory is engaging

I scrutinize them consciously now, once they appear
Scan them into digital format, dissecting meticulously

Suboriginal is the term I have bestowed upon my art

When I am finished I would release them to the www

They are constantly changing while I am expounding

Still afterwards they will go on changing according
The state of mind of whoever may be looking them

I am not merely the executor of work, I live my art!.


Change is inevitable
one way or another
sooner than later
it will take place
right in your face
as clear and plain
no need to resist
let go of the pain
don’t let it persist
there’ll be no gain
flow with the grain
simply to stay sane
the aptitude to skim
may spoil the dream
an attitude to please
will put you in charge
should you so please
make yourself at ease
in hard times like this
must go with the flow
how the wind may blow
will determine the show.


Mistaken identity is simply a slip of words
Slander may follow and before you know
You become what's indicated in theory
A shrinking atlas, shedding past glory
May have to live with it, end of story.


Each person may carry an akin presence
Subliminally residing inside another mind
Emerging without conscious deliberation
Prediction is a direct means of perception
Apparently in the absence of anticipation.



As humanity grows more and more intelligent
It appears there’s more trouble, less happiness
Should we indulge in this comprehensive inquiry
We would discover that in the absence of wisdom
Cleverness will bring about the vanity of arrogance.
Intelligence is an open wound, treat it with wisdom!.


One person’s paradise could be another’s demise
Within the vessel of a soul bleak creatures surmise
Trapped they feel, within the bounds of their border
What’s abode to some may be the cage of the other
Repeating another cycle shouldn’t take it any further.


Incite if you dare the inner ride
dive into it, take a deepening slide
probe into your soul, yet do not hide 
until you surface from the brighter side.
What we make of this will mostly depend
on whether we shall rise above or descend
let us write in sand choices we should make
true intent may have to contend until the end.


We are born alone and we shall depart alone
Unless all of us evaporate at the same instance 
One by one we shall be stepping into the unknown
Meanwhile we could take some personal satisfaction
Winging winds of change that instigate transformation.