peace trail in the park

the trees in the park

invited me to walk

under their corridors

winds whispered secrets

fresh as freshly pulled carrots

for my feeble frame

pigeons and finches darted

up and down until i crafted

my poem beneath the trees

along the trail i heard songbirds pipe

i may with joy quickly elope

despite sorrow walking beside me

lilacs showered fragrance

lifting me into a tranquil trance

as i walked the park’s peace trail

henry victor      01.04.2007

town is empty!

death is in the home, inside

or is it out on the road

i am, right now, confused

Wednesday cannot be so quiet

that too at 8.00 A.M!

i have this ghostly feeling

being unkind to my little girl

making her walk the ghost town

she detested so much

before picking enough courage

to finally fly away from my cage!

i myself would not linger

around a cemetery for so long

if i am not an undertaker

busying with burying pain

and counseling the grieving town

henry victor     26.09.2007

triumph and failure

when intoxicated with triumph

fame follows as the path winds

through hours, days, weeks

months, and years!

but a little failure, a minor stumble

on a little boulder may rock the boat

appearing as an insurmountable

mountain that can never be conquered

hence the heart hangs

with feet up like a bat

even when much light is around

for mind to sail on wings of the wind

© henry victor     23.01.2004

snow melting

 

sun-light strong and bright

piercingly penetrating

into my infrequently used office

down below people looking

for profit so cheaper

my silence disturbing

to seek or not to seek

your assistance

i need assistance to resolve

ground filled with snow

and sure, soon it will go

tree empty of leaf

and sure, soon it will grow

thoughts and concerns creeping

into my mind only to fly away

like those noisy sparrows

not sure what i want

menacing money, or an easy employment

with money in plentitude

sometimes, may be most of the time

strong yearning to go

away and be no more

a sense of betrayal, a sense of failure

sense of helplessness

and a sense of emptiness

strong senses silently pervading

ruling heart

and guiding mind

hostility, and enduring consciously

consistent hostility, cause

my weariness and a loss of heart

happenings contrary to my likings

and events to others taste

leading to disappointments

my blindness and my inability

to see snow melting

cause of my weariness

sun-light strong and bright

piercingly penetrating

into my infrequently used office

© henry victor     04.02.2003

restless storm

senseless suffering

and that starvation

my body faithfully carts

to the end, my goal

death, decay and destruction

are marks imprinted

in my immortal soul

and my spirit soars high

and higher

as i beat hard the harder element

that curtails my journey

to greener fodder

where body finds food

and soul rest

and until that break

i’m restless like a storm

going straight and, at times, in circle

knocking down

and knocked by forms

loosing vigor

and gaining strength

henry victor     25.04.2003