Tag Archives: Rome

Rome built in a day

Long ago in a vast lay
Rome was built in a day
Vias in a fickle
Trevi fountain for a nickel
Colosseum in a tickle
Vatican ordained
piazzas maintained
people entertained
and I came to see you
you smiled, self styled
guru of all potions,
mere notion that I have fallen
just make you giggle,
while I struggle, nowhere to run
why in love, I suffer,
you are having fun
why I came on this morn
when Rome was being born
your laughter being melt
into foundations of the city
to extend its beauty,
beyond all, mighty fall,
just like me, and
I had to leave on the day,
without you, to my dismay,
when Rome was being built
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Dreams on sale

random guy
don’t be shy,
a wonderful deal
with destiny seal
I insist you buy
fascinating
intoxicating
absolute must
soaked in lust
smelling musk
every dusk
sweet savoury
gallantry, bravery
epics, tales
ships and sails
never fails
our dreams of morrow
eliminate all sorrows
let you fly
passion high
see unseen
where no one has been
re-live precious days
nights must haves
bucket lists, magic mist
that never happening tryst
possessions you insist
all for sale
priced in pennies
take as many
as you dearly wish
just leave your heart
as it will come apart
next day’s start
at dawn’s call
curtain’s fall
post reality bends
when dream ends
there you stand
with empty hands
craving for more
addictive for sure
caveat emptor

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Pathway to paradise

Today was the day
when all was supposed
soon to be disposed,
worldly belongings
worries, longings,
deep slumber
is just so near,
eternal rest
with certain fears
of unknown,
insidious, grown,
scares, multilayers,
do not spare
raw nerves,
notice has been served
it is time,
sleep now
wake up to
reality new
after the end,
soul renews
seeing on the other end
long lost relations, friends,
smiling, waving,
reassuring
beautiful green,
doorway alluring,
pathway near,
cross without fear
spilling emotions,
unable to bear,
home forever,
uncontrollably cry
a beloved’s kiss,
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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