My pet has flown away

My pet has flown away

Now that my pet has flown,
Beyond the ocean vast and blue;
Leaving me to weep and mourn,
On my fate that’s ill and blue;
I can dream when I ‘m awake,
There’s no need to sleep at all.

Now that my pet has flown,
Towards her ancestral land,
My life is full of aches and pain,
There’s no remedy in doctor’s hand;
I feel the pain of being alone,
There’s no need to dream at all.

Now that my pet has flown,
From my hands which used to hold her gently;
Pain induced by fault of my own,
Has taken over every inch of body slowly;
I know the pain exists at hand,
There’s no need to feel at all.

Now that my pet has flown,
And her absence in life’s perceptible;
The thoughts of her is my night gown,
My state is obvious and detectable;
You’ll see the twinge on my face,
There’s no need to know at all.

My Ode to Life

My Ode to Life

Celestial creation sacred and precious,
Shapes on earth, grooms and returns;
After witnessing songs, sweet and vicious,
To bare consequences that cools or burns.

The soul I speak of, bares the burden,
Carries scrolls of life on his shoulders;
No doubt that he is life’s true warden,
Life that could be as sweet as flowers.

Cohorts of divine books concur,
To classify life in three segments;
Pre-earth, earth and post-earth they say,
Thus life prevails into eternity.

Once created we live on,
Caged in a shell we term as life,
But is it a game or only dreams?
Is there a meaning for life at all?

We drift along the stream of time,
With no mission, no determination;
Thus such a life is worth no dime,
And we look at life with floccinaucinihilipilification.

A dime a dozen is life for a soul,
Who treats it with reverence and embraces god;
No pain no gain if heart your calls,
As fruit of pain you’ll seek the god.


Note: "My Ode to Life" has the longest word ever used in a poem.

Apophis

Apophis

Symbol of evil, darkness and destruction,
Threat to souls of Keme dwellers,
Demon sworn to plunge the world into eternal darkness,
Seeks renaissance in decades to come.

Doth it scare us to seek revenge?
Or hath he come as wrath from god?
Make your soul as pure as dew drops,
Brace yourself, confess to god.

Massive in size, terrifying in looks,
Scares the scholars nearly to bereavement,
Approaches us right from emptiness,
Apophis the demon of destruction.

As rustics dance and drink on earth,
Into the Atlantic he will land,
Huge tsunamis and darkest of skies,
Will fill our world indefinitely.

My Violin

She would think that I have forgotten her,
As she rests all alone, in her coffin,
It’s totally dark in there for her.
Neither is there light for me in her absence.

I've had hundred dreams or more to touch her again,
Wipe her gently with that soft orange cloth,
And strike the bow softly against the strings,
To fill my life with joy and music once again.