from night

i wake with empty thoughts

but your essence overflows

filling all my emptiness

and every cave like cavity

in my days, but demanding

not to bend my knees before you

giving me not any extra grace

if i were to name you with praise

you expect me to work hard

thinking black and white thoughts

leaving enough space also for grey

thus is your prompt to live my day

henry victor          12.08.2018  

friends

i have friends in both camps

in which you are denied

and in that you are affirmed

i have some in that middle too

hence i easily walk in and walk out

into all camps, knowing too well

neither my aflame affirmations

nor my denials make your being

and what matters is my becoming

a friend affirming strengths inbuilt

for both affirmation,  or denial

of you beyond that fragile me in all

henry victor          13.04.2010

not a black cat

are you one, or a platoon i know not

and i am neither wrong, nor right
in my speaking of you!

do the birds and the animals

like me, have a you to turn to
to bring to a you their pleadings and prayers!

this too, with other unanswered questions

in my mind i am likely to brush aside
as childish, meaningless quest or, join
the multitude who have an easy answer:
there is no god
but fools follow superstition!

my blunt mal-adjustment to the world

permit not
me to run with them either!

and if you were the black cat

i am looking for in the darkest night
in the darkest room
but with a careful focus
i may settle with a hey
but you are neither that!

henry victor      19.01.2015