I have been trying hard
to neither forget myself
nor become plagued
with having to recall
who I was before this man
sitting sullen-faced
before a cracked reflection.

Our people say reflections crack
when onlookers stare
at mirrors without blinking.

I have bought their words
and learnt that
you can never, ever,
pause the soul,
never create a saint
out of self-pity.

That golden disc
the jewel of the oceans above
that light may kiss
and map each line of fate
entranced in the face that I love

each trembling touch
a shimmer of love's own design
the hunger of beasts & such
the raving choirs bereft
of the music of wine

each echoless word
mere vessels of lovers in flight
each velveteen chord
the slipping of hands
in the ultimate conquest of night

Fire a thousand salute for Neopoet
a ten thousand salute for our fallen heroes
though you've left suddenly like a gathering cloud
but your pen stands,
your comments fresh like the morning wine
your inspiration, your insight give births in our mind.

double a ten thousand salute for Neopoet
let the earthquake and heavens shake
poetry is our culture we live it
rivers of colours indeed, we are
in my next world bring me here
if i will die bury me here.

This ball of dirt, water and air
Is all we have to cling to
All of the life; skin, scales and hair
We have nowhere else to move to

Let's not foul our water and food
Just to make some of us rich
Keep it clean, brighten our mood
Remember, Mother can be a real bitch