Simply a poet
I am an ordinary poet
read by many friends and well wishers
across the globe...
why should I join a competition?
what for?
money and fame are like wax of a candle
tis the flame alone
which gives warmth and recognition
it gives light and comfort at all times
from births to temples, churches, monasteries
and
finally the grave
some intellectual’s poor ones
read under the candle light
so all I wish to do
is to thank you for reading me too...
a poet out of the blue!

There once was a girl named Miscomical
who played with long things anatomical.
She pulled on the rods
as if praying to Gods
and she tugged on the rods nigh fanatical.

What a night! Riding off with Urilla's body
Beneath a blood drenched sky!
The demon was upon us or so they thought
Imaginations really played their part!

They never knew it was me, too busy worrying about my sexuality.
Back home, I was James Alastair, beloved detective and friend
When the bodies showed up, the Headless Horseman was born
Investigating my own crime scenes.
I was the one, feared almost as much as the Ripper himself.

We, all trees of life

Plants bear we devour
animals kill and also flower
humans alone eat and devour
each other hour by hour

no one will leave
ere the grave
so to face critique be brave

The sun has never set they say
why then we ourselves
should we betray

we are those trees
which alone seed
the genes have become immortal
notwithstanding which tree

there is no soul
there are no spirits
it's only your attitude still
which does not yet you still!