what you shan't

it's cast in stone
you shall not yearn: -
or lust after what's not your's to begin with
or binge on alcohol even to drown your sorrows
or give yourself over to sensuality
or delay what you can do now
or blocked your own path upnorth with thorns
of stir up wars with your words

Perils of Parenthood

cranky teenager boy
bemoaned with practiced nonchalance
that parenthood was
overrated
over appreciated
unnecessarily dignified
overtly emphasized
always victimified
but
severely underqualified
hardly taught
almost never corrected
admonished
or punished.

children, he said,
are merely punishment
for lapses in judgments
and for
disgusting, short
crimes of passion.

I agree.

journey of a rogue drop of water

a rebellious, rogue drop of water
went on an errand not asked by anyone
slid laboriously from the left eye
trespassing uncharted territories
past the wrinkles of sorrow, and
past the burdens of unrewarded efforts, and yet
past the inhibited passions and unrequited love affairs
it even trickled further down
the non-existent joys from unborn children
then it halted ever so briefly
over the anticipation of affection
and then again
at the expectations of unbridled happiness
before it landed at the feet of incumbent
of this living vessel
and disappeared in the earth of eternal life.

utterly empty emptiness

emptiness washed up ashore last night
like no message in a bottle
rocked by waves of choppy waters
she swayed endlessly
her fangs desperate to tether somewhere
anywhere, in fact
the seething anger of battling alone
slowly gave way to
trickling desolation of reality
...He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not...
she passed time plucking imaginary petals
as the storm raged ravenously
devouring every speckle of sanity there was
until emptiness was left utterly empty
and then she rested in her cage on wet sand.

unwanted flirtations

green leaves sweat
under the amorous Sun's unwanted flirtations
the warmth of affection - overdosed - feeling like a burn!

the gentle breeze - or lack of it -
brings no respite from this heated, tacit argument
and he, she, they, us, we, all melt in gratitude of a welcome demise!

admonishing mother, this Earth, clenches her fists
and throws a monster wave,  and shrapnel of edgy hail
and yet, you and I sit, entertained by the futile promise
of a tomorrow that may never be today!

happiness precluded

at arms length
lay my happiness
and yet the vast veneer 
of my inflamed ego
precluded me from its attainment