Le spleen n’est plus à la mode (c’est pas compliqué d’être heureux)
Title credits - lyrics by Angèle and Romeo ElvisPicture credits - Jamaica1802 (Pixabay)
Rocks

I see rocks, cement blocks, gradually crumbling.Water flows and erodes them,wind blows and throws themaway.In time they melt.Slowly it happens everydayalways and anyway;watch it flow:panta rei. Warm hugs,smiles, laughs,shared mugs.Honest and rough. Those blocks that you built,Not in one off…

Nomad

I live in a suitcase,  My head rests on a pile of scrunched up multi colored socks,  Bedsheets made of folded blue washed out pair of ripped jeans,  Covers composed of warm winter turtlenecks and marine blue wool jumpers,  Constantly…

You know we care…

Pursuing Masters in Health and ID, I enjoy writing poetry on social issues. This poem is based on the theme- public-sector health insurance scheme.

Love/Hate

I was embarrassed when you first showed up That first night And my agony at your existence It intensified over time I am so sorry that I hated you For so long, every single day Ever since I can remember,…

After

Sometimes the monster rears its headSome days I can’t get out of bedGrey mornings and I feel the dreadBut no more wishes to be dead. There are times when I see the holeThe pit the chasm in my soulBut it…

Please give my body to the night

Please give my body to the nightIt never ceased to serve me rightBut though it tries with all its mightIt cannot save me from my plight Please give heart and mind to the moonShe’ll learn that they are damaged soonShe’ll…

Munch

I shudder with the crunchWith every munch I cringeI revel in the plungeI feel my mind unhingeFall with the novel punchWalk alongside the fringe

Petra

Glistening blazing dust, rocks on rocks, yellow golden skies of sand paved down the way. Layers of red, indigo, light pinks and burgundy shaded beds of stones stood up in rays, Petra’s columns, sculpted through time and age, stood beyond…

Entracte

I put the mask back on Perform but there’s no sun The words are out but without meaning A pantomime, back into hiding.   I was out in the cold open Now it’s back to lies – back to men…