Tag: Sonnet

Despondency

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The tangled webs of cruel death and life;
The neutral shades of colour, black and white;
The bondage of hope and sacrifice;
The present darkness, and the absent light.
The horrible sun, the vain, dirty moon;
This sluttish earth, that lying, calling sky;
The maddening silence, that haunting tune;
The things that crawl, the wretched things that fly;
The prostitute Love, her diseased pimp Hate;
Bliss of oblivion, horrors of fame,
The bastards of destiny or of fate,
Be they anonymous or with a name.
The laugh of happiness or sadness’ cries;
This auctioned world of promises and lies.

To Yani.

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Travelling down a winding, swerving road,
With Eucalyptus trees on either side,
Just greeted by rain with freshness bestowed
With the morn smiling as a blushing bride,
Moving toward a little hall of fame:
Our quest amidst this Natures beauty,
Making it through to make this claim,
Dissecting friendship from explicit duty.
I have known friends throughout my normal life;
I have been torn apart by some, who
Made the needed choices of daughter, wife,
But, here, on this road, I fondly think of you.
Knowing simply the journey was worthwhile,
Due to the company of your quiet smile.

15th June 2003.
Betul.

To R. P.

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The moon has gone through her phases, so have I,
So has life, so has the World around me;
I’ve watched Friendship flower, wither and die –
First day; now it is Night that surrounds me.
In phases, they came – who chose to be friends;
In phases, they went, are going, shall go;
In short, everything, that matters, ends –
Our link’s, perchance, caught in this undertow…
But our link isn’t strained, let alone ended,
Come, let us make most of this happy night.
In Woe or Fear were you not befriended:
Our flower still blooms, unwary of Blight.
Hope and Love bless the smiles of you and me;
And, perchance, forever shall we happy be.
19 December, 2007.