storm

when a storm comes by, you expect it to pass

after nature exhibits it's wonder

it's untimely ability to sweep across land

it's triumphs of determination over emotion

only coupled with the awe, encapsulated

by its grandeur, majesty, merciless.

Beauty accompanied by menace,

an ominous site for any being

you expect it to pass.

After the trees and their trunks

cars and their masters

homes and their residents 

have all stood within

the eye of the storm, 

you expect it to pass.

Sometimes it doesn't,

the clear sky never looked so distant. 

yoghurt

what a beautiful thing

with its creamy texture

and sweet aroma,

just enough to keep 

you going for more

as it dances in your mouth

with a harmony of tastes.

A perfect progression

to please your desire

of things we adore

some things just made

to be consumed,

only a matter of time.

a tub for you, a tub for me.

on a friend thrown over

'Not to look back,' you said,

'I've learned that much...'

And your face became immutable as bronze,

Ever more itself, invincibly turned

To the weather's knife, the paper-storm

Of birds and every unwitting

Childish revenance of love,

So that admiration jostled pity as you spoke

Of study, promotion, new necessities

- And I went on thinking treasonably of the girl

For whom the act of forgetting was no life's work,

Being only as far as the next man's arms away,

Whose mercy was, at best, ambiguous

- Turning loose the happy bondman,

Permanently binding

The freeman in the subtle bonds of choice.

Dawe

the toy

a droplet of chance

a speck of hope

the child he is

yearning his toy

oh why he cannot hold

such a simple thing

yet so intricate in sight

such an obscure figure

only the craft of the hourglass

will reveal his fate

still, all he wants

is that pretty old toy 

sauce

bang. bang. two of them in

12 hours in plan, they entered through a shatter

cameras right and left, masked faces to hide

identity could only reveal, the desire for sauce

"over there, over there" , a minute or two

to settle in, and get acquainted

too many to choose, flavours to taste

brands to deceive, which one to take?

all trouble for this, one lonely sauce

why so much, just for poolparty sauce

they will never understand

why we long for poolparty

perhaps to go with a muffin.

strange

too long spent in the tubes of you

strange, some call me

but you understand