A Prisoner’s Bliss

The poetry of silence swimming From all corners and rocking A bassinet, that like a mother’s palm Gently sways me right to left Up and down, until I’m a weary Sight-blunted warrior, in my beauty sleep. Knowing that, in this life-long incarceration, My green mile at Alcatraz, That’s the best part of the day or…

Dreams

  To be, To exist or live, To prolong or carpe diem… ##### Caught in these trappings Gurus define; I go topsy and turvy Through the navel of an hourglass As I waste away, knowing life Is just a meaningless inertia, Of what we collect to furnish meaning, Love, riches, photographs and memories. ###### And…