No Change of Heart

For real,

I'm the seeker of Truth ,

I yearn for the verity fragrance

of an upcoming winter,

to make up for lost Beauty;

A call of regained  Faith  in Youth

crosses my mind on its way to Hope.

For Good,
 I am to be a stronger believer

in any divine justice whose Pity,

only expects heaven, not hell,

to redeem the 7 deadly sins

of the mortals.

A Paradise Tale

                                        Inspired by and dedicated to Frank

Under the old tree of knowledge,

-                   - in the heart of night -

Adam and Eve shared their pure dreams,

Holding each other as they fell asleep,

The cold, humid scales of the serpent

and its corrupting, poisonous whispers

-                   - out of their mind.

A sudden echo broke into the silence

Chaining their sin in the middle of things

A fatal ignorance had  sealed  their  fortune

-                  - changing  everything .

The appointed angels remained silent

Knowin’ their hearts , they could only expect,

With the divine muses sent out of Eden

Falling into the vicious, evil temptation

-                  - would be their fate.

The sight of the new garden, of permitted fruit,

Left them both feeling lost and abandoned-

The holy light turned off, casting their shadows

         -  in a void of darkness.

Had they been aware of the cruel testing

And shared their premonitions of the fall

Their undeserved, merciless punishment

-                -  would still be ignored.

Let the bygones…

Water under the bridge getting frozen,

A new season inoculates my veins-

No more cold shoulders to get

With selfishness put on hold,

Cruelty remains homeless.

“Why does an infant die young

or end up a cursed orphan, 

do you happen to know?"

“Being  on the run gathers no moss

to harbor the sorrows, I heard.”

Some take time to slowly predict

The right  twists of  fate to reveal

Just for fun, when  their vaulted memoirs,

traded  in real flesh and blood,

remain  second  to none.

Enough  has  been  said  and done

between us, under the same sun,

to set aside for all our rainy days

Though  even more storms will be born

under tomorrow’s clouds.

No need to double check on the weather

Just drop your grudge for a change

Worry about nothing  that can’t be undone  -

You’ve lost your heart a few times

And it came back.

Transition Festivity

We live till we die

We live, we think about living, then die

And grapes are always younger than wine;

So, let the champagne flow like a river

Let’s have a spirited celebration,

Right here, right now- a feast for everyone!

What a lovely gathering in its golden age,

On a larger-than-life stage,

With round-the-clock reception,

Filled glasses and bubbly toasts everywhere,

To enable the host to gain our trust

And  share  the  bitter-sweet berries,

black chocolate cake and walnut cookies

with the upper crust.

Raise your glasses, simultaneously,

Let’s hear the cheerful clinking
That would remind us of the living.

Silent Running

When things get too loud to be heard,

Chase them around into the sand

of an hourglass

then lock them inside 

and throw away your fears.

An outbreak of life-affirming thrills

Will take it from there

Turning the forgiven autobiographies,

Slowly carved in the white marble,

into third person narratives.

To everyone’s disbelief, some blind fingers 

are no longer desperate for a familiar touch 

to find their sleep.

No more misjudgments for a manuscript,

the submissive dots have become letters

And the mild temples above,

A worshipping  force of nature,

Capitalized  thoughts running  deep.

Faith Repaid

A new tomorrow has come

Looking rosy just like you painted it for me.

A little girl inside

reaches out for a morning smile-

a must-do ritual

to call for a deserved, well-timed sunrise.

Every heartbeat is drumming for joy,

an ultimate confirmation of God’s ways

of answering a prayer before it is said.

I keep seeing heart-shaped clouds in the sky

Your name is my shelter, my cradle of hope,

The only reason 

to prefer beginnings to happy-endings 

and still be in love.

Recognition

Like a pilgrim, I always save the last loaf
And anticipate
Placing it silently on the table
next to  the salt and pepper holders
When I reach home and there,
unwilling  to disturb 
the nocturnal sleep of a native land
I put off my sleepwalking episodes
And  tip-toe my way back to bed.

To my mind,  this is salubrious living
Preferable to any tumult spectacle
Lacking  any  real depth.
Under the stellar ferment,
There are plenty of heights  to look up to
And  embrace  the order of things.
For a soul being at peace with the world
will resemble
A peregrine falcon spreading his wings.

No Day like Today

Some ghosts come back to hug us,

Some affective disorders

Finally go away.

Their untold secret is they get bored

and maybe a little upset

after messing around

all this time inside my head. 

Here we go again

No worrying  perspective,

No negative thinking,

No tomorrow to procrastinate

Or yesterday to call August;

I’m a soap bubble flying around

My changing  colours - ready to collide

With a sunlit surface.

Yes, you won’t catch me

Unless  you go back on your promise.