Hopes

Wishes, slow burning wax
Keep flickering, giving light,
flaming hopes, heaven send
Till the very very end

Sinners and saints

Desires ignored,
deeds no match
throw away wine
Holy water to fetch
Repent, promises
is there a catch
Just no logical
Observable or fathomable
guarantee, that
Heaven will be there
Angels will care
Dames will share
Love, kindness
Such is this
sexist promise
Some sinners
Trying destiny
Admiring mutiny
Go for the kill
The whole hog
Still, yes, still,
Desires unfulfilled
Misunderstood guilt
Palaces built
Demolished, rebuilt
No satisfaction
In each situation
Just live and die,
Only God knows why…

Ocean

Heart opens, million tears drop
a vast ocean is born
engulfing deep sorrows,
drowning them deep,
feeding ruthlessness piranhas
letting joy dolphins to play jump,
Take a line, catch happiness
Kiss mermaids, rest dear heart
which has been taken apart
bruised, battered, too many times,
clock chimes, hour of tranquility
has arrived, after waiting for centuries

Post Cards from Paris

Pure pleasure
to see that utter beauty
of structure, ambience
energy, city made of gold
ancients and old
forewarned, attraction exceeds
what you hear and read
be careful, a dame may lead
you astray

Three cry babies – Paris post cards III

Apologies to all, these three images were crying why they were not included so relented, some photos are such cry babies 🙂 happy now 🙂
These babies are called – 1. where are my colours, where are my colours – make up wasted
2. I am not drunk the building is just leaning on me
3. Why so far, did I say something?

Paris – postcards II

City of wonder

Fashion thunder

Love’s blunder

Heart pillages

Soul plunders

French antics

Continental tactics

Kisses and kisses

Smiling riling misses

Here I am again

To see and feel vous

Walking without clue

Who I may encounter

One more London place

roaming aimlessly,
clicking shamelessly
carefree and serene
a midday scene
trying to ignore
the storm in store
blood and gore
that has become
our world
that much intolerance
death and violence
children not spared
elderly not cared
humanity badly fared
attack and revenge
mindless avenge
Peshawar is charred
Parisiens life scarred
innocent blood
spilled and flood
the gates of heaven
tears trickle down
resolve breakdown
no optimism trace
deepening sorrow I face
in the false serenity,
eerie calmness
of one more London place

Reasons

Sweat going to soil
Struggle through the day
Reasons for the toil
Endeavour to make it sane
Some for the pleasure
Many for the pain

Solitude and the sea

Love was lost,
heart destroyed,
soul abandoned,
emotions left to rot,
Dot to dot,
million years solitude
tears filling ocean
emptying emotions
far way at distance
at heart insistence
I see some hope
ship that sailed
eras before,
with my soul in store
on the horizon door
there to disappear again
bleak consciousness regain
its hold on self
leap to jump
ready to dump
all optimism in the deep blue
despair glue and calm quiet sea
will remain, and here I be