Category Archives: Poetry

Inequality

Lonesome echoes deserted Impoverished to inequality Between the copper shanties Turbulences of squatter camps Young children, elderly folks Victimised from rural villages Eating stale bread crumbs Drinking filthy riverbank water Love does not exist here People have forsaken their own … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Let Us Be Love

Let us awake and be still For a moment Avoid the past of agonising times Dwell in jubilations at heart Without any obstacle that unsettles us Not be paranoid or cynical Let us mingle and improvise generosity For any anguished … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Blue Heron

The blue heron stands Quiet as a stealth bomber His jubilant croak Jangles The ripples A silver wriggle Held fast in his beak Giraffe neck Undulates In supple grace The silver line curls into a Downward lump Into the curve … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

New Moon

Ivory shard forged into a curve, torn from contours of my heart, the crescent moon limns a cerulean dark sky. Inviolate. Like Li Po I reach out, splash into cold, dark water. Pale buttercream shimmer is broken and re-broken, made … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Twilight

Peacock haunting dusk, single note, high-pitched, staccato. Repeated… Plaint rising above the soughing of the dying day, like a muezzin’s call to prayer. Warms gray twilight into iridescence: yearning spiced with joy. Jasmeen Griffin

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Dear Representathieves

Dear representathieves, Out of lovely hatred This e-pistol I write you For being innovathief Always decepthief Calling a spade a pin With hired editor-in-thief Mouthing the mindless mind Of the commander-in-thief How many souls Beneath the earth lie ungrown? How … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Committee Country

Darkness ravages the land Terrorists become savage Nothing works, even government All talk No one listens To search for lost safety-pin A committee we must set-up Though all previous committees’ reports Lie buried under raggish rugs Nation of committee Missing … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

We are a Nation

We are a nation with zealous passion we make mountain but live in mole-hill we offer others peace but we’re torn into pieces to neighbours we give joy but we cry for toy We are a nation of nice-smelling lotion … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

The Ghost

Some ghosts we keep close to our hearts. Even if our hearts beat the frenzied beat of raven wings against a cage made of glass. You’re one such ghost, my love. Sometimes I wonder if you were ever real, if … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

The Lost Children

The loss of a child is the death of a promise, but also a still-life painting of what could have been, in surreal shades of yellow and red. Children have the unfashionable ambition of becoming firemen and policewomen, maybe even … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment