Pope music

If I was the Pope

rekindling hope

removing barriers

motives ulterior

changing customs

tolerance in system

humanity primary

religion secondary

Infallibility myth

arrogance kith

eliminate sad soaps

If I was the Pope

Lives to change

Clergy deranged

Interfaith talk

Together all walk

Issues to address

shames redress

Rights to press

Traditions in recess

Cleaning all the mess

Putting devil in rope

If I was the Pope

 

Prisoner of cupola

A beautiful dame of uncertain fame

been captured, gold-cuffed in a solitary loft

Each day she cries, asks Almighty why

is the fate of late has venom and hate

a family of meagre means, happily ate beans

content in that simple existence, mutual assistance

forgotten denizen of a small town,

plain cloth worn without any frowns,

what have I done, what could be done

to remove the curse, bring life back in verse

bad omens reverse, an ordinary universe

Answer to that is No, when rich and powerful

set eyes on beautiful, lilies in a dirty pond,

who won’t abscond, will not bond,

to dirty money, shores darkly sunny,

refuse to become their beautiful bunny,

they are captured and killed, or willed

as such, thrown money and much

to lure in a lie, deceit and wry

smirks, bodies bought, souls, thoughts,

left behind in simple family homes,

and most beautiful, innocent

girls left crying in grand domes

their destiny is all but sealed, truth revealed

there is no God for the poor, no justice for the weak

world full of death of dreams, screams, crushed squeak

of gold adorned, silk worn, gorgeous dames

locked in a cupola to match their fate and fame

all days still glitter but all are the same

until that moment, a smile returned and death came

 

Nightmare

Clock chimes eleventeen at night

Bleak street, without light

No sound, no soul, no one in sight

a sudden shuddering scream,

aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, haaaaaaaaaaaa

unimaginable unbearable absolute fright

a person, a ghost, high devil’s host

came and punched heart to implode

took and drank blood, terror explode

breathe stuck at expanded lungs’ edge,

senses suicidal, jumped reasons’ ledge

Falling and falling, time slowly crawling

death does not arrive, he comes again

no desire to survive, mind emotionally insane

Abyss, true abyss, the fall had no end

not heaven or hell, a memory pretend  

 

Eternal town

The view is majestic,

Blue skies, spring day

city is singing that infectious tune

of love and longing

trust and belonging

Fly and be at the Vatican door

wave goodbye to Amore

saying you will be in touch

and this gorgeous, most beautiful city

loves you too much

Light before dawn

thoughts plush stairs

climbing one by one

at the top, you stop

left, there are none

that be the end

or mere beginning

take first step before

counting last, aghast

soul pleads against rushed,

never hushed, blood pumping

floor thumping, restless heart

wasted precious moments

nothing but torments

what was contemplated

considered, proven empty

fate tempting, to abyss

Silence required to count

thoughts to be found

worthy to consider

else death before dawn

before first step to

enlightenment

Piazza and pizza

Chocolates, pastries, cake

Tea, coffee and food

Ristorante Melo calling

Prices are a loot

Hawkers hoot and hoot

Come and taste Rome inside

Prayer In a chapel

May you have the health

May you have the wealth

May your best smile

Lasts Life’s journey

several million miles

May you touch stars

Twinkle, shining, near and far

Happiness always stays

All roads lead to your way

May you always be inspired

by magic of all what you see

be what you wish to be

Home

However it is
It’s my home
My castle, my life
In hunger, in strife
My refuge, my dome
It’s my home

Don’t say bad things
it’s not posh
You look through my eyes
It’s better than
White House
It’s better than
even Rome
It’s my home

Life has been tough
I hit the rough
many times
Each time I know
What to read
Where is my tome
It’s my home

Invaders have come
Bruises and some
Scorching sun
Making sure I burn
This will be life, and
catacomb
It’s my home

Sadness on a busy day

My dear
In and out of fear
Story never ends
Even when bones bend
Unable to stand
Or sleep, weep
Injured deep
Inside, unable to move
Unable to leave
an impression
on sands of time
at your favourite beach
still, love and its soothing
dim, sometimes grimm,
feeling is left for eons
and a lost soul
able to touch it and says
Hey, I know that beauty
pretty princess was here
there and everywhere
rhythm of her steps
is a lullaby to this universe

Friendly advice on matters of life and death

spent all years
in knowing life
its contradictions
mind bending
hallucinations
love ending
propositions
heart rending
suppositions
heaven sent
dispositions
what is never heard
just understood
is the silence
of death
knocking each door
checking each floor
only calling your name
when it is time
fear is not a crime
just a condition
most sincere advice
Ignore all lies
of living till eternity
if won’t give joy
nature is coy
a short time is better
Do what matters
live, laugh, lead,
help brethren in need
sow a humble seed
of tranquility, ease
when the knock comes
leave in utter peace