To all who went into the labyrinth
The daily Riyaaz and Poems in hand
Happy workers' day
Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
C'est tout, Baltimore.
It is about time
To chase each other's eyes
And look at what we have done
It has been a long time
Thirty days
Almost fourteen years
A blink of the sight
A wind-whirl through time
Of living, learning,
Giving and loving
Above all, receiving
It is a moment to move on
To close these verses
To pack the wagons
Saddle the horses
And move to another town.
Literally.
To chase each other's eyes
And look at what we have done
It has been a long time
Thirty days
Almost fourteen years
A blink of the sight
A wind-whirl through time
Of living, learning,
Giving and loving
Above all, receiving
It is a moment to move on
To close these verses
To pack the wagons
Saddle the horses
And move to another town.
Literally.
To ADG :)
Monday, April 29, 2013
La Noche
Les Trains du Pays
Eclectic
Beaux-artsian
Perpetually reinvented
From a glorious past
To this post industrial
Being
Dysfunctional
Between the cracks
Of what is public
Of what is private
This building stands
Against weather
And unrest
As a witness
Of high ideals
And pedestrian anecdotes
I visit it daily
For now
And I stare
At its beauty
And I cannot
I really cannot
Understand how
How is it
How is it possible
They got the trains so
So
Wrong.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
NapTime
It's not
It is not a comet
Circling on a distant sun
It is not a paint
Swirled by an impressionist
It is a welcome back gift
From a pious passing bird
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Storm
The wind hustles outside
Shaking house and limbs
Windows quiver and wail.
'Trees are moving a lot, dadi'
'Trees are moving'
And why do you think they move?
'They are happy, dadi,
That's why the move'
Shaking house and limbs
Windows quiver and wail.
'Trees are moving a lot, dadi'
'Trees are moving'
And why do you think they move?
'They are happy, dadi,
That's why the move'
A mi tía.
Hace nueve años
Ella dijo basta
Nunca supe bien
De su vida
Y su fé
Pero siempre supe
Que amó a las tres
Y no encontró su salida
Su salida a pie
A la rutina dura
A la fractura de su ser
Las dejó solas
Tan jóvenes las tres
Pero dentro de ellas
Ella vive y crea
Y crea alegría
La alegría que supo ser.
un beso, Coca.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Walk
Walk the doggies
Down the park
Memories flushing
Down my mind
Hope his soul
Rests in peace
We are all you Martin
And you little souls like him
Unfair the world we live in.
Down the park
Memories flushing
Down my mind
Hope his soul
Rests in peace
We are all you Martin
And you little souls like him
Unfair the world we live in.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Silent Night
And dark night too
For another infant
who's little big innocent life
was cut short
today
As many in recent days
weeks
months
Hug your loved ones
In this silent night
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Mind Escape
sometimes i feel
that i'm propelled forward
by a powerful tide force behind me
yet i cannot control or steer
overwhelmingly strong
built of family empowering and friend support
and own expectations
and sickening perfectionism
i feel i am not the one
at the helm
at the tiller
common place to be
a viewpoint
maybe i should break free
drop the camera
trim those sails
and embrace the wind
Chesapeake Bay, Mind Escape on a Sunny Sunday |
To Virginia, for intentionally unaware suggested the title
Friday, April 12, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
words take me for a ride
yet perhaps
as i'm not in the spring of my life
i read and i fly away
muffled
and find it hard to write
to concentrate
as not expecting anything
from the words
from the long line of words
from the long grid of words
but from time to time
i get a jolt
a volt
a not small joy
in suddenly finding
that i can learn again
and i take that invitation
again
from that word
for a ride
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Next Morning
The Sun came up
Again
Surprised
Too fast
He runs in and out
Grapes on one
Little
Hand
Waving everybody
The other
But everybody
Is only me
Me thinks
He runs
To play
I run
To work
Separated
Far appart
At least for both
The Sun is up.
Again
Surprised
Too fast
He runs in and out
Grapes on one
Little
Hand
Waving everybody
The other
But everybody
Is only me
Me thinks
He runs
To play
I run
To work
Separated
Far appart
At least for both
The Sun is up.
Monday, April 08, 2013
Sunday, April 07, 2013
Thursday, April 04, 2013
Wednesday, April 03, 2013
Tuesday, April 02, 2013
Monday, April 01, 2013
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