quest for life

is it my determination

to kick death

or is it the resolve of the providence

to provide me life

determining my direction?

or is it the combination

when clicks well together

brings about a revolution

in my laughter that is louder

than a thunder in my heart

right now, preventing in me

either a peaceful death

or a delightful dancing in life?

but now i sit here in this mall

with neither hot nor cold spirit

to read lines on faces small

that i may scribble a sonnet

henry victor     30.01.2009

hidden fruit

 

he had been and continues

to be a fruit hidden behind leaves

but ripe and sweet as any other

fruit, visible or sparkling

though like any other he glows

with gloss, men and women

and children with prejudices

for the transgender has mistaken

and he is considered a root

good only to hold the tree

from falling while other fruits

to be praised go to the market

© henry victor

your feet alone …

you are my first, and also the last

i need none in the middle except you

and nothing will satisfy me

and none as you would

it is your feet that i feel

in this pitch blackness of glamour

and it is your formless face

my eyes fixedly gaze

into your body my soul longs

to penetrate, to curl, to coil to sleep

like that viper under the log

though strength to crawl i lack not

gold and girls, both young and old

and many other i craved to possess

soon i learnt they are nothing

but a distant hot summer fantasy

as for you, you are that living spring

welling in my spirit, flooding my bed

to float, my soul to soar beyond the cloud

to that perfect silence, that poise inside

  

© henry victor