Joy Ride

bundImage by Shelly Paul

Wind all over me –
Beating my face, slapping my hands,
Whistling in the ears,
Rushing to the mind –
Scattering away thought streams,
As I ride the pillion with my man.

The motorcycle growls, roars,
Road unfurls endlessly,
Green grass blur seamlessly,
Blue umbrella skies, cloud tufts, pale moon awaits.

Through the tree canopies of late spring,
Into the ever-changing lines of the horizon,
I ride the pillion with my man,
Without a care – tranquil, meditative.

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Relative Time

When life is burgeoning,
World feels like spring
Moments freeze into memories sweet.

When the heart gets broken
Engulfed by loneliness,
Seconds crawl at snail’s pace.

In triumph and success
When the world lauds,
Time stands still in breathless awe.

When dreams shatter
Crumbles into despair,
Listless days stretch into timeless void.

Clocks tick with mathematical precision
Life’s itself is relative time.

Modern Poetry

Clipped phrases strung together –
Butchered images styled to look like a collage

Smattering of impressive words throughout –
Thanks to the thesaurus

Disparate attempts to emulate
Great thinkers and poets

It seems so lofty,
So intellectually superior

What it really is –
A sad imitation of a great art,
Art by an untalented artist

Incomplete thought fragments
Strung together unimaginatively
With neither heart nor mind

This is the make-up of modern poetry –
Muddled, borrowed creativity.

Queen Of Tragedies

I am the Queen of Tragedies,
Henceforth I declare:

I have been wronged at every turn in my life
Yet, I never rendered any harm to a single soul.
I am incapable of sins and wrongs
Anyone who thinks otherwise is a sinner.

I shall judge the world around me,
Punish anyone who disagrees with me,
Absolve them —
When,
From their hearts they will acknowledge my Purity. Continue reading “Queen Of Tragedies”