reflecting on my climb

i climb higher

and higher

until i reach the top

full of lush and green

at the end

nothing but the tip

the branch is dried

and i fear!

filled with anxiety

and more uncertainty:

will it break?

will i survive the fall?

my wits falter

though i know a step down

i must go

to avoid the breaking point

it’s my making

and it’s my greed

that moved me there

and i chose

not the cold

nor a longer winter

smaller

and smaller branch

a diminishing place

a deserted village

climbing against the trend

an irrevocable drift

of an urban world

i now progress

into a wilderness

walking in wilderness is good

but living there

that i dread

i calm my thoughts

and tell my soul

you could always come below

but if it breaks

before the move i make

an outcome

i hate to see

hence

i close my eyes

henry victor      20.03.2007

get better in getting better

antibiotics for three, five

or even seven days as prescribed

cold tablets and some extra vitamin c

for a longer period

like other vitamins to build

my body constituents

but early rising and exercising

for twenty one days

to build a purpose filled life

and cultivate healthy habits

once this is achieved

still i cannot go to rest

if my goal is to become

a Japanese Sumo Wrestler

instead i must practice

constant kaizen

to remain a wrestler

daily wrestling

the world of decay

deterioration and death

henry victor      02.04.2007

a revisit

i revisited my school that made me

a man of some worth

there i went to see my old two-room

little quarter above that abandoned store

that housed me for five thick years

of life that made my mind fat

and very productive too

and as i climbed the stair

that now ended just in air

and fear engulfed my heart

that i may fall; so i stepped out

of bed and eased my self

henry victor      26.05.2007

mediocre muse

risking as little as possible

his muse is his timid tortoise

moving very little from his house

providing shelter and security

sitting indoor with closed eyes

and plugged ears and tight lips

he fears the hearing of his own snoring

loosing, at the end, a joy of journeying

that would otherwise invite much applause

as received at the end of the mythical race

where Aesop awarded a gold to the tortoise

that thumped the over-confident hare! 

© henry victor     25.02.2006

human genius

gigantic mountains, hills

boulders and rocks

rock-solid and impenetrable!

yet, the human genius, the soft

diamond cuts through to create

a path to eternity

© henry victor        01.06.2017

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

untamed buffalo

alone i sit in the cave by the roadside

to the wilderness far beyond the urban
dwellings but i feel no seclusion, unruffled
like a wild buffalo, indifferent to breeze

gentle and the stormy winds making noise

but occasionally turning my head this way
and that side with ready un-readiness to build
my nest, or clean up any mess, mine

or those around through either commission

or omission caused by un-human indifference
to hear, to see, and to feel the pain
of bleeding life in paths much trailed

there neither the silence of the wilderness

nor the singing and dancing and hoarding
of the city invite me, inspire me to rise-up
to walk, to work, to fill, and, at the end, spill!

09.06.2014

 

 

Stopping at Plamondon

When I'm sick in the city
I drive through the country
To see the farmland outside the city
But this time I did stop at Plamondon
To pay my homage to the Albertan men
Who canonized St. Isidore
The Holy Farmer from Spain
There I prayed for a celestial vision
And angels I did summon
To help me overcome the temptation
To enjoy the return
That I have never sown

04.08.2004