Category Archives: Poems

  Time is running out, Man, Noah said when he built his Ark. It is an assumption that life hung on  A thread then but time kept running. Time is running out, Man, Saint John said in Revelation. For Millenniums other prophets declared The images of an Armageddon, Have warned of earthquakes, Floods, Disease, Falling of stars, Fire and brimstone On last judgement’s day. Heralds of the desert still call For penance, and yet Time keeps running. It seems, the threat is merely A game, a fairy tale In a holy script. But while I recent doomsday’s forecast, Life’s resources diminish day by day- Oil slicks cover Oceans and coasts, […]

  Alien His distant beginning was timeless, without vision and transfixed. And then he appeared with bated breath of spring and warmth of summer – games on end; a childhood, blissful existence until rebirths of Icarus had touched his soul and daring destiny with fate unknown. It was but a dream that he could reach the sun. The blazing Star dissolving his manmade wings, curtail his ascent by gravity that pulls him down toward the mortal depth. Last rays of light cling for one more instance to the mountain peak, reflect his desolate composure. Shattered remains of lost labour decompose beneath the heights, he could not conquer; the tunes he […]

                                                                           We have encountered craters on the moon and touched the edge of endless solitude; patriotic fascination has stunted the world. New chapters of man’s glory are to be written – and parallel goes the reality of mortality. We have confronted countless craters on this earth, inflicted by cruelty and greed through domination that has not served research or new discoveries. We have met craters that had no visits, but one would flee from, […]

  Don Quixote   Rescue is out of sight A long-standing fear Driven into his corner By devil’s advocates Portion of his mind Await the judgment While swords strike A cloud of raging smoke To part elusive space In waiting for an Endless void where Invasive ghostly giants Crusade at him Whom he has to battle Where souls and spirits Undefined Prevail.  “Don Quixote’s Illusions” / Painting / 1998 / Gifted