Tag: Poetry

The American Dream

When the Americans do it,

it is complete.

The work of artisans,

the touch of a master.

It hits you like an explosion of flavours,

unexpected:

spicy, never

sweet,

sour.

You learn to appreciate the American

craftsmanship,

with its colours

marinating

the dome of your life.

You learn to see its greatness,

hammered

on your

walls.

When the Americans do it

they do it right.

Nothing,

nothing escapes

their might.

From the past

to your neighbour’s alley,

all get marinated

by the colours,

of the sun’s

fairies:

doom.

Ode to a friend. Of being

A friend of mine composed this monodrama. I reacted to it with a poem: Outside the Realms of Space and Time – a Video Monodrama on Music , Art and philosophy

Amidst the perpetual entropy, a spark is lit
Fleetingly, of course, but it brightened our pit.
It borrowed, from the minds of whom we deem fit-
Thinkers of immense passion and great wit,
A capacity of thoughts to tilt.
But to oblivion to dart and not desist,
Then our lives we must decrypt.
And to leave the gloom and for the rhymes to lilt,
Listen we must to him that pitched
We, despite the temporal, exist!