AT THE MERCY OF THE HANGMAN (1) I imagined he had gingerly taken his position that morning, surrounded gaily by the fluffy props of a drowning soul. By the time I came upon him, [...]
May 022012
midas
Apr 192012
WHAT A GIFT LIFE IS! What a gift life is Death a grievous curse From dust a humbling source To dust we return, stripped without gloss Life races to languorous peak Not the Olympus, but [...]
Apr 112012
CRUX OF THE CROSS Darkness ravaged the land Stealing away in cloaked garb… Spoils and coffers of wordly sins In the deadness of mortal wits… Purloined, the world is bereft of the temple’s veil and [...]
Mar 202012
WHAT A GIFT LIFE IS! What a gift life is Death a grievous curse From dust a humbling source To dust we return, stripped without gloss [...]
Feb 022012
This poem was written in the festive buzz of this last Christmas . Due to some technical hassles, I couldn’t post this on NS in time to meet the season. I however hope it brings [...]