Plants in need of a bee.

Lilies trampled under the hooves
a trust crushed forever.
Lilly rose jasmine;
only the names differ.
A bee to suck their nectar
but it was gone.
Bees are a means to multiply,
to fill the land with beauty;
they die without seeing
the valley of flowers,
the result of their work
Flowers bloom for other bees.
Lilly rose jasmine;
just plants in need of a bee .

A galley called hope

 

My love endures, absolving her callous passion.

Meandering through myriad array of sentiments and folly

It arrives at an island of obsolete intellections and fashion.

Life goes on, plunging my follies, in a galley.

Lurking in a distant scene is my future like a dream.

Suddenly, from the fathomless sea, rises a tide

Along came an albatross to annihilate my dream.

Steering through the mist I guide

my destiny to the shore, in a galley called hope.

Far away I see a green mat of coconut leaves.

Like the beach I fantasize, where I elope

with my beloved and her love I receives.

Wading through the shallows I reach

the shore, will I find my beloved on the beach?

 

PS: The above poem is the result of my failed attempt to create a sonnet.

Poetry Painting

Waiting to be filled with colors
a white canvas stands on the tripod.
Waving off the uneasiness in the air
I snatch the brush to start the work.

Harsh realities paint a grey circle in the center.
I dry the paint on a hearth.
Gnawing emotions thrash the brush.
The line is broad.
Romance mixes the pastels in a sparkling goblet
and throw it on the board.
Joy sprinkles few fluorescent stars.
Philosophy takes a deep breath and sneezes on it.
Uncertainty waits awhile to draw a question mark.

I display the painting on my porch.

A kaleidoscope is placed on it.
Critics come to look through this.
Most of them leave shaking their heads,
“He needs a mentor.”

Let the notes reciprocate

My thoughts were lead astray
by the wind that blows away.
A pattern aroused
as I knitted my thoughts.
The image I saw
was of my beloved one.

As I tried to put a knot,
to make it stable for a while
the knots came off in a swift.
The face I cherished was blown away.

Virtual image though it was
played a few knots in my heart.
My love flowed into the wind
and it carried it unto her.

Oh I am sure, I heard the notes.
From my beloveds heart I swear.
Let the notes reciprocate
to be the eternal music of life.