It’s grey, not pink, that’s a bit of a shock
But now that it’s out let’s see what we’ve got
Too many, too much, I’ll make a big pile
Sifting through this could take quite a long while
Get Out!
Category: Poems
Roses are Red
Just when you think it’s safe to go out
There is a knock at your heart, tap, tap
Trepidation calls, bearing flowers
Roses, red like the blood flowing still
FOWC: Hindsight
A cruel jest
Or a path to precious learning
A spiteful taunt
Or a route to ultimate peace
Tell the Story: Sinha
His roar of pain could still be heard across the jungle plains
Pursued by the ignoble poachers his strength is waning
They’d taken his mother, her life for their illicit gains
I’m So Excited!
I just can’t hide it! I’m about to lose control and I think I like it! If you’re wondering what I am babbling about and whether I’ve finally lost the plot – it’s this and I haven’t (well not yet I don’t think):
Innocence
The Blame Game
How can I, one soul, bear the responsibility of a million failed lives?
How can I, one soul, shoulder the burden of a crumbling World?
How can I, one soul, define or defend the innocent, lost innocence?
How can I, one soul, replete the ravaged lands, plasticised waters?
Words
FOWC: Wall
You can’t see over, unscalable summit
You can’t see through the feather light density
You can’t see under, unfathomable depths
You can’t see round, a glimpse of infinity
Life
I know you’re there, I can feel you nudging at me
Like a playful puppy or a rabid wolf, in turns
Roller coaster ride, infinite slowness
Sharp, breathless descent into
