Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Marsh


marsh.
just as it is,
a tranquil sight to behold
or, a swamp before deluge
before water everywhere
fed up with one particular species
that it produced
plain fed up
with its restless
unceasing pursuit
of insatiable curiosity
gratification at any cost 
that it can bring about
even if the cost is terminal

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Snow to Ice to Water to Apocalypse



Because of man-made climate change and depletion of the ozone layer, the polar ice is melting. Where has this ice/water gone? Into oceans, rivers, other water bodies, and then onto the land, continents, cities; flooding streets and homes.

But that is not all. Depletion of the ozone layer over the the poles has facilitated the penetration of ultraviolet radiation, which affects the earth, its creatures, weather and life itself.  When this phenomenon of reduction of the ozone layer had not taken place, it was protecting all life, and controlling more or less all weather in a particular system and order in the planet earth.

Now, that protective ozone layer has been progressively reduced to smithereens. The behavior of water bodies has gone haywire, and therefrom springs unseasonal heat, rain, storm, and countless other inclemencies, causing enormous harm, disease and death to creatures of every hue and kind; to forests and vegetation; and to almost everything else on earth.


Its effect pervades the innards of the earth, creating rumbles and earthquakes, and many other natural disasters, against which Man is unable to race and win, because he is the guilty party number one.

Is this process of disintegration of the planet as Man knew it restorable, renewable? I have no answer. I would be grateful if someone has, and if I come to know about it before my time is up.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

wombtomb



in the womb is light and darkness, 
gurglings, 
the movement of the thumb to the mouth, 
the need for nourishment, 
the beginning of consciousness, 
the unknown lifeline of the umbilicus,
the amniotic fluid that is home 

the tomb is the end 
of light, darkness, 
life, 
memory,
consciousness. 
it is nothing. just nothing. 
not even silence, 
no question of noise, 
no chaos of living.

Monday, February 06, 2017

Nostalgia


my journey
into time
backward through my mind
took me to
forests of clouds
which became dark
and rained
on the weeds that
indolently swayed
in the luxuriant green breeze

and as it became dusk
I heard my mother
calling out for me
from afar
before I could hurl
the last pebble in the pond
and frightening a frog away
unknowingly made ripples of music
I did not wait to comprehend

the complicated maze
clears into the transparent innocence of
my childhood
and as I think
of all the wisdom
of disillusions acquired
I recognise the unsullied past
of languid time
before I travelled into
the future of dehumanised present

and I close my weary eyes
to run back again into
the one time of my dissolute days
which I can relive without remorse:

through the dense trees
and marshy clearings
and shrill cries of excitement
of playful mischief
and endless capacity
to marvel and wonder
at every small search
and discovery

then I hear myself
calling out for me
in helpless wish
if not to be able to
retrieve my loss
to retain at least
the desire and ability for
nostalgia

Saturday, February 04, 2017

In the Land of Dreams


in the land of dreams
in the shadows of clouds
come, come

struggling here
far from hope
come, come,
let's go away

Thursday, February 02, 2017

Emergence

(1977)

sea goddess
or a phantom
of empowerment
hope

where and what
is the reality

laid maimed
in a pool of blood
or replacing the fan
to hang from the ceiling

where is it
where is the equality
where is the power


Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Osmotic Tilt


shake in a teacup 
causes osmotic shock
true of all liquids and solids

molecules which alter
metamorphose
but persist
to exist

an eternal paradox
but forever
even as they retain malleability
inalienable

Monday, January 30, 2017

Nightmare



shadow
of fear

of a stalker
or of stalking

bereft of dignity
physically violated
maimed
seared by burns
but not dying

what is the shadow

of the frightened
of the approaching
violence

or of maniacal possession
of one's own mind
to harm without limit

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Attic


to hide
to seek solace
to look for
childhood's treasures
to search for
a dependable ally
a daydream
a reverie
before childhood's end

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Beyond the Shadows of the Distant Sky


where human greed and impurity
where air
does not contain the scum and filth
that man's neglect and indifference
spread and pollute

there, there beyond the shadows
of the distant sky
is the dwelling of the innermost core
of my mind and body
my being
my existence

Monday, January 23, 2017

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Trap



it's a trap
to the grave underground
from the womb:
you come out of one 
only to be in another

condemned by the spark of life 
for the gift and curse of living
to be trapped
to trap others
who are trapped 
within your trap
which is trapped
in another others

and thus trapped
within a trap
which is trapped
with trapped people
and situations
to absurdly bask
in the nonexistent glow
of morality
euphemistically called progress
euphemistically called civilisatioin
euphemistically called freedom

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Quit, O Mosquito



Please.

But seriously, unless all life on the planet Earth ceases; ironically, almost certainly brought about by mankind, mosquitoes, together with many other elementary, rudimentary forms, with the last remnants of the DNA constituting any form of life leaving its vestige, mosquitoes would be among the survivors.

So, what a wishful thought, or is it a dream.  By the way, is the picture above a wishful thought, a dream, or, to mankind at least, a pleasant, even if momentary, reality?