Bats

Bats, everywhere
Flapping their arms against the pink skies
Almost as if disturbed they fly
The spectre returning to the
Abandoned house they once haunted
Or
Tree God reclaiming
The winged banyan tree
Where they once resided

the unseeing

he sees not what the sun looks like
setting over the coconut trees
the leaves an orange, than a green
as the sun passes behind it

he sees not though
the crow that flies
looking for his mates
his 'kaak kaak' only
a familiar music to his ears

he smiles a smile
but doesn't know
what it looks like
and a memory not to tell him

praying mantis

something we are all shamelessly thankful for
are seats,
anything to rest our bums on
are these seats
cushioned and comfortable?
does it feel like you are sitting
on the feathers of a thousand rare birds?
No!
the plastic, or hard wood
the awkward leathers
or even worse the metal
they all remind me of
the Praying Mantis seat
at the house of Bawa
a silent prayer is a must
if you want to feel the presence
of your bottom again

H.E's Framed Smile

he smiles down at us
his smile warm
highlighted by his trademark mustache
his eyes mere slits
as if the shot was taken
with no pr-planning, no fuss
one of those rare genuine poses
he smiles
from his framed palace
at us, sitting in the
air-conditioned cold
waiting for the real thing

the monk

golden robes he wears
still as a statue he sits
emotional bliss

Surviving the labyrinth of life

The walls cave in
Darkness a curse
You thread carefully
Arms reaching out
For something, anything.
Then,
Sudden sunlight
Piercing through the
Darkness.
On and on this goes
Until the maze ends
The exit, golden door
Right before you
You reach out,
You've survived
You open it,
You die.

Four lines and a haiku on love

Lovers come
Lovers go
Lovers they
Never stay


He sits on the sand
Waiting for her to come back
She never looks back though

Revolution

For the revolution, stood the party

For their ideas, faught they hardly

Blame given, blame accepted partly

Terror reigned quite darkly

They killed not one, not two but thousands

Surely not were the Rds godsends

Never did they attempt to make amends

Showed, the law the people had dents

Slowly now the building crushed, falls

Posters, booklets burn down dark halls

Dreams broke like porcelain dolls

Fresh hope like a drizzle falls

 

serendipity

No one ever looked at American and said
"serendipity!"
no one ever thought it was a
happy discovery