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Poetry is the gateway to the soul … not!
This was a reply to someone who asked the general public for a love poem
Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
I’ve got butterflies in my tummy,
Pitiful, how pitiful, is my plight,
I’ve got the tongue of a mummy.
Oh what limpid pools — her eyes,
And her hair smells a little like litchi,
My head, oh gods, it’s full of mice,
Not all [...]
Nimma Deddy Yaaru?
A black void infinite,
A thousand million points of light,
Perhaps six times that,
Would they would shine.
But,
Each, if at all,
Glows feebly,
Weakly, gently, dropping light,
Not an arms length away.
To compound,
Each is captured,
Enraptured,
By it’s own undazzling non-brilliance,
(Oh, I’m so pretty!)
Never realising,
That it exists to blind.
Iteration is stupidly human,
Recursion is bovine,
Infinite moo.
Corrosion
A worthy read, this. God save them from us plebes. He calls them fish, and I call them sheep.
Also, therefrom, …
A Dream Deferred
— by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like [...]
Stolen from <a href="http://treeland.rediffiland.com">gaya tree</a>
A Note
Life is the only way
to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand,
rise on wings;
to be a dog,
or stroke its warm fur;
to tell pain
from everything it’s not;
to squeeze inside events,
dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.
An extraordinary chance
to remember for a moment
a conversation held
with the lamp switched off;
and if only [...]
Gosh, he’s awesome
Ode to a Baby
— by Ogden Nash
A bit of talcum
Is always walcum.
In another life, maybe …