Brown Study

SUSTENANCE I will let my imagination sustain me When night refuses to accept recession When sorrow clouds the moonless sky And stars die down out of depression I will let my imagination sustain me When icy winter extends her sway When frost strikes the hearts of men And turns them stone cold right away I will let my imagination sustain me When in my garden no flowers bloom When the parched earth runs out of love And when gaiety finds no room I will let my imagination sustain me  When melody is sought in war cries When there’s no music to lull the soul That resignedly toils to survive I will let my imagination sustain me When solitude pulls me in his embrace When I fall for him as we leisurely dance When I drown in his empty gaze I will let my imagination sustain me When the realities turn hostile When the only escape out of misery Is to fantasize and fake a smile I will let my imagination sustain me For as long as she lets me expend her For as long as she lets me consume her Till h...

LOVE The sun loves the fire that cradles it The moon loves the sun that lights it Lovers love the moon that triggers desire ‘Tis love that enkindles the passionate fire

HOSTILE REALITIES In a world woven by others  - selfish strangers of sullied intents To bear silently their tortures And never complain, you are condemned Your life is yours to steer, they say Your choices yours to make In truth, a crime to claim control Liberties false; assurances fake A bed of roses they laid for you Yet you mustn’t grumble about the thorns For the bed of roses they’d take away But would leave you bruised and forlorn Everyone’s evil except everyone Virtue is relative, so is vice Investing trust is a gamble Life’s balanced on a roll of dice Lavish bills load up the hollows That privation of empathy made With money souls are bought and sold For money a million hearts betrayed

  OUR SONG To my ears the wind carried A tune, a melancholy strain Heavily in me it settled As on land settles the rain A wandering, restless sound it seemed Like an unmoored ship at sea Convinced, it securely anchored as if It had been searching for me Images assembled before my eyes Nostalgic, I stood entranced Your face, the park, the fireflies Then this song to which we danced

  AN AMATEUR POET: AN AMATEUR ROUTINE A pen in hand, a sheet on desk Multiple ideas sprinting in head What can be soul stirring? What is as yet unsaid? Sundry poetic words like beads And do they harmonize - oh yes! If only I could tie ’em together Alas! I possess no splendid thread Scrounging for secondary substitutes Nonetheless, the intellect remains unfed “I give up prose & poetry!” exhaustedly said Another crack of dawn and I sit back at the desk Thus I stick to following,  The path I customarily tread.