TIME CHANGES

Where is permanence

In this transient world ?

We have come to leave

And so are our affairs

Time, the architect of change

Like a river, carries souls apart

Like the proverbial twenty kids

That can not play for twenty years

Dreams are lost in time

Think of the stolen hours of pleasure

That gives birth to intimacy

Or the slippery fish from there begotten

Should the quest for variety win

The seldom fashion indulgence

Is often the father of vogue

Differences creep in untold

As the dusk fizzles into dawn

So the chanced sumptuous meals

Gradually courts the taste

Chanced is then swallowed up in favourites

Alienating twins that sucked same breasts

Greatest is the crime of indifference

Where differences are in contention

Differences unlike the truth

Know not the route of constancy

In metamorphosis or soldiering wade

BANKY THE BANKER

Join me to pamper

Pamper the dove I cherish

In her I bank my treasure

Bank your gold

Bank your silver

A heart is all I have to bank

Bank it my Dove

Where it is safest

Not in the way of “FORUMS”

Where distress can ravage it

Nor in the manners of “JEZEBELS”

Easily lured away by vanity

Bank it as if it were yours

For yours indeed it is

Bank it my sweet dove

Join me to pamper it

My deposit is fixed

Bank it and use at will

Turn it over, let it yield

The interest therefrom is my interest

When you have banked that

There is more to bank

Bank the sweet memories we’ll share

Bank the dreams we pamper

Bank the hope we nurture

Bank E ( Bank it )

It is our treasure

Do not pamper my errors

Nor bank my frailties

From this world acquired

In same to be relinquished

Short-comings when realized

Short-goings become

Short-goings are short-gone

Want to join me to pamper ?

Come let us pamper !

Pamper my only banker

Join me to pamper her

For she’s all I have

SEASON OF THIRST

How could the fall of a pin

Have raised this much dust?

Why should the leaves

In such shameful disguise

Boldly embrace a powdery look?

When the sole can not predict

Where the hard surface lies

And the ankles continuously swim

In the ocean of dust

The shoe can not boast

Of any other colour but brown

Had you the courage and time

To keep the flower beds wet

And the godliness to keep your dress clean

Have you the grace to stop the wind?

Much needed yet much dreaded

Soothing on flesh

Ageing on hair and eyelids

What volume of showers

Will cake this dust

That is evasively jolted to dance

Burying the showers

In the depth of its bowels

Eight inches below dust level?

The land is thirsty!

Thirsty, let it be!

Till it has accounted

Where went the waters

Of the season of floods.

THE BURDEN OF FREEDOM

It’s a free world , isn’t it?

A free world indeed!

Then let him talk that craves freedom

All I preach is bounds.

Freedom corrupts!

Oh, sweet taste of freedom

The taste of freedom the taste of sugar

The taste of sugar the taste of pile

Bounds!

Check the burden of freedom

On that sick head

That talks at will and acts at will

Ask him that’s free to drink

What he finds in the gutters

Or what attracts in folly

My neighbour’s freedom to talk

Earned him a swollen face

The lady that boasts of freedom

Will soon be found a whore

With the freedom to take

The “thieftancy” title becomes extinct

Think of the burden of freedom

Tell me where you stand