Tuesday, May 20, 2014

the fruit


the fruit in my hand
is for love i like to expand
but i hesitate to give
for there is a worm inside

the skin shines with colour
multiple and the wave within me grows
larger but i will, very soon, yield
for the sake of the seed

hidden, deeply buried within
to grow, to give
more fruits for my hand
and songs for all around

19.05.2014

not normal


if not to look at a floating cloud on the sky
or the face of the water in the river
flowing both within and around me
can be considered a normal human

then, sure, i am abnormal to be shunned
and, soon, taken in for incarceration
in that asylum as incapable of living
a normal life except to sign my last will

while the river with all the uploaded urban
sewage flood into the ocean to poison
maim and soon kill the source of cloud
and the living dead enthroned as normal
 
19.05.2014

Sunday, May 4, 2014

at the edge


most of the moments these days
i am free of that terminal illness
the masses name, ‘healthy hope’!

these days i let my intuition and pangs
guide me when and where i catch
my crabs, creatures with protest
eventually yielding to my cravings!

at the edge neither the rules
written down by the modern
aristocrats nor noises the masses
spit out direct my directions!

from nothingness to nothingness
i slide with no care
like a kid on the slide
in the urban playground!

and at the edge of my ridge
with neither wants nor hope i stand
with readiness to exchange
the loin cloth, my present pair of pants
for my birthday suit, to let go my pant!
 
henry victor      04.05.2014

with clowns around


seated beside the lake with no waves
beating the shore, or above the surface
bleating fish i see neither wrinkles
nor the need to crusade for life

neatly pressed while clowns pass by
at times nodding at me to acknowledge
my absence elsewhere in the market
and crowded malls and other clowns

mere passers-by, often with sombre face
and more of others with firm intent to mask
face true, rooted to their heart, with more
to tickle faces stuck to glue of the past pain

henry victor      03.04.2014