THE CAGE

Often I feel caged in bars of gold. 

Caged;  that to see the sky, I must be caged?

Caged; that I can’t win my freedom from 'it' 

because ‘it’ is needed to buy me some?

Caged; that in our protest against protest, 

And in all the ‘advocating for surrender and peace’,

We are indeed pinned down, by all that we so yearn to renounce.

Caged; that to walk we still need shoes

Caged; that to live off herbs, we still need a garden with our name on the box

Caged; that the wild and free is extinct,

And all that remains is the Cage.

-Mx

The story how how money is making things go and the sadness this causes to the poet. Why is no one free? Why can't one simply plant a tree in a fallow space and enjoy the fruits? Why does the simplest and most fundamental of the rights given to all by the mother Earth herself need validations from the so called 'court of law'. How can anyone win against money, if we all need money to fight the war in the first place?

How can we fight 'the cage' if after a nice fresh leap into the open sky, we need the cage to sleep in peace!

Sea's Shells...

Sea shells on a sea shore...

Soft water
waves, rumbles,
onto the shells
hard
cruel?
a distant child
of the tender seas
from water fluid
to rock solid...

RAPE

Fairy Tales (series)

The muse of this poem is the powerful picture at the end. Once again I would like to give credits to the anonymous artist.

This poem tries to bring out the turmoil of a person suffering with depression. If you know anyone who is depressed, please lend them support. They need your love and patience...

DIARY OF A BROKEN BIRD

I still don't know what to remember
What I have lost or what I had found
And here you are, a confusion
At best, I'd say, 'a sweet distraction'
I don't know what I am anymore
Am I still the broken, chained -bird "free"?
I don't know , what could I do
with or without hurting you.
Some times I see myself
Adding new leaves to my diary
I had torn away blank pages all
But then I know I am broken beyond belief
I guess I will just pick this broken bird I found
And see him heal
My every new moment is just that - a moment
There is no smile that hides no sorrow
One day when I am strong enough
I will put an end to this theatre of my life
And look just as blankly at the winter sun
Or if I am stronger, I will walk with the winds
And find my place amongst the flowers
I will then look at the happy birds naive
And bless them with all my power
-Mx

Disclaimer: I do not own the image used.

Fairy Tales (series)

This is a poem on the plight of those sweet, lost, direction less depressed souls, that require help and encouragement.
If you know some such person, please try and be patient and kind. They could be living with 'all hope lost' but they aren't hopeless cases. They are people like you and me.

OUT OF 'URN'

In darkness dwelled
"It's your prison own"
she denied "not mine.
lest I could have flown.

"Pitch black and painful
Mindless insane
Save me somebody!"
She thought no one came.

"You don't understand"
She thought no one could
And forever in dark,
"live" she would.

In darkness, dwelled
until one fine day
she moved over the lid
she had found her grace!

Lit up and lively
All alive all anew
She had left her urn
And out she flew!

-Mx

Fairy Tales (series)

SUNIAN SONGS

She held her songs in her heart
And with a blow she gently lay
Them, those seeds of gentle greens
Nurtured with all her magical love
From her bosom to land and sea
One of mother earth's seven angels
That hop about in her stead
Whilst she lay chained in dusty grey
They lope with hope each day instead
-Mx

Fairy Tales (Series)

This series is inspired from a set of very thought provoking images of 'fairy land'. I am glad I received these images:)

The story of 'Frog Prince' signifies the power of love. Our judgement makes us tag people (in the case of this story, tagged as a frog). However, when we shed the curtain of judgement and start to really 'see' via our feelings, when we give people a chance and try to accept them, we see the same old people in a lovely new light!

Ah well, this title is not apt for the poem, technically.

FROG PRINCE

She looked hard for an imperfection - even a single thread that she could hold,
But she succumbed to this insanely beautiful insanity, for he was too perfect to be cold.
-Mx

Disclaimer: I do not own the images used in this series.

Fairy Tales (Series)

This series is inspired from a set of very thought provoking images of 'fairy land'. I am glad I received these images:)

This poem says that the world we see is the world within us. It talks about this little, innocent girl, Mooney, who is at awe with the beauty of the world. Little is she aware of her own beauty. If only she knew it is the beauty of her own heart that enables her to see the beauty in the world around.

This poem, in a way, requests us all to be kinder to ourselves.

MOONEY

She looked at the moon
At her beauty, she smiled
She didn't know it was a mirror;
Only as beautiful as the moon light, bright
Only as sweet,
And only as kind.
-Mx

Disclaimer: I do not own the images used in this series.

Fairy Tales (Series)

This is a series of short but thought provoking poems that are based on a set of images I found.

The following poem shows a sudden enlightenment and how it changes the perspective from one of gloom to that of joy and how this change causes a renewal...

SUN KISSED

All this time she thought it was dark
She had been sleeping in a flower's heart!
Sun kissed it open, her sun-kissed hair
Flew wildly like wind, throbbed her heart fair.

-Mx

Disclaimer: I do not own the image.

Fairy Tales (Series)

This series is inspired from a set of very thought provoking images of 'fairy land'. I am glad I received these images:)

PEA

She was stranded
On an island grey
In a pond deep black
Behold these peas
An angel said that day.

She ate the peas
As the sun came around
As the moon went up
In rain as glistened
So grey, the ground!

"Bland peas" she thought
"If only had a beanstalk too"
But then she took
Pea pod across the pond
Onto a land green, new.

-Mx

Disclaimer: I do not own the images used in this series. I do not know the author and I hope I find it out some day!
series. I do not know the author and I hope I find it out some day!

Red Umbrella

Worry not
For slippery grounds
For greys upon us
Or sounds of hounds
Come underneath
this umbrella red
Come hold my hand
Let us go to bed

Worry not
Rains only quench
Let go of fear
Put on your trench
Come with me
In this umbrella red
Come hold my hand
Let us go to bed
-Mx

Magic Hat

As destiny plays its many tricks, some good some better , but each one new, it reminds us of a magic show where no one knows what comes next and the possibilities are as wide as our imagination...

Magic Hat

Red curtains reeking
Dark lights and glow
Amidst confetti glittering
Table solitary placed
Cloaked figure, destiny unseen
Waves a wand around it
Magic hat and with a poof
A rabbit new, new trick

-Mx

Amaltas

Here is an ode to the beautiful tree and flowers of Cassia fistula also known as Amaltas. It blooms in May, just as summer peaks.
The flowers hang delicately and fall with the slightest quiver embellishing the earth below.

AMALTAS

Bright boughs of the summer queen
You stand so tall, so tall
Little drops of summer as you hold
You, your rise herald the sun,
As sun drips like blood in your veins
Drips from each little petal you hold
As they unfurl, little flags,
As lit beacons of summer, lit

Bright boughs, so yellow, so darling bright
A new tapestry in the anteroom
To the hall of fame of the glorious sun
Of seven seas, the lord almighty.
In your beauty, summer queen, is seen
What lay under the frozen earth.

Bright boughs of the summer queen,
For as you stand tall on the world that is,
You reach below to what all it may become
The hope, the wonder and the joy,
You keep alive in your color, so vividly,
Oh queen of the changing era,
Humble with all your lovely charm,
As you paint both sky and earth alike,
With colours of awe on a canvas divine
With strokes of wonder and brush of time
To tell a tale yet to shine
Little drops of summer you hold
Like folklore, unwritten truth.

Ah! Now the queen has risen again.
Ah it's time again for the summer!
-Mx

The cry

Oh you think I am haunted?
The tree of a witch mean?
Afraid to look at?
Afraid to see?

I am but a tree
I am but a tree

Oh you think I like it here?
Amidst these valleys vast?
Each morn upon you
A spell they cast!

I am but lonely
I am but lonely

Oh you think I am crazy?
Delusional and old?
Grumpy and sorry,
And lonely and cold!

I am but angry
I am but angry

You see, for pleasure
in your valley glazed
You killed my friends
And billboards placed!

You will be sorry
You will be sorry

-Mx

SPROUT

We don't need arms of iron, but an iron will...

Sprout:

One last rain and the seed has burst
Out she yawns, a tender sprout
A lovely child, now she stands
Draped in green, unfurling out

She breaks the bricks and plastered walls
She cracks open the rocky earth
And as she sees the magical sky
Fills abundance where dwelled only dearth

Against all odds a little sprout:
A feeling or will, a longing or love;
Rises and rises towards the sun
And nests many a million doves

-Mx

Eclipse

Eclipse

She draped the lord
Stabbed the king
All dimmed into darkness
Day died! Fright spread

In depths of mysteries
Silence eerie
sung songs in whispers
Gold turned lead

-Mx

ANGRY COAL

How emotions blinden!

It is said that should you make a decision in the flow of a strong emotion, you are bound to make mistakes. Of all such emotions, one must beware of anger. Anger is a short lived and highly destructive emotion. It blindens our sight and kills all logic....

ANGRY COAL

Dark days dark, in darkness spread
Torches treacherous cast signs ahead
Tread, tread slow, carefully tread
For the dark hide pits, dug deep, ahead
A passage so long, longer than night
Meandering around turns wrong and right
Creepers creep up, as creepy trees fight
To glow ghastly in gory moonlight
They croak a warning? Or croak a trap
Of life unreal in a silver wrap?
But a poison comes in the sweetest wrap
In greenest grass, the meanest trap
When daisies grew on bowers sweet
And waters were clear and blue and neat
That summer is now as dark as peat
Charred sun, charred in its very heat
The angry coal glows blazing bright
Glows and dies without a fight
Dark day dark, with flaming night
Dark torches, dark, in darkness, plight

-Mx

"FAIRY TALE"

"FAIRY TALE"

Fairy tales are born yet fairies fell

People preach of the seventh hell

"Innocent" death in an "honourable" fight

No body is wrong yet nothing is right

Blue faced despite a blue summer sky

Programmed to function and not to try

Hardbound wonder in piled up books

Rot gift-wrapped in glittering looks

Chop up trees yet yearn for rain

Speak of love yet talk such pain

Build up bombs to bring down towns

Wish for smiles yet learn but frowns

Fairy tales many but fairies none

Act like many yet speak of one

Each one a master in his own game

Kill the fairy no shame for fame

-Mx

REACHING OUT

Dedicated to a painting by John William Waterhouse...

REACHING OUT

From my side of my fence
Reaching out
With a little flame of hope in heart
And in mind a little doubt
Reaching out
From this side of my fence
Reaching out
Betraying the "benefit"
The fence offers
For kindness isn't pure
When offered for a price
Bound, chained and gagged,
In a body no soul ever lived
I want the flower I want to pluck
With one hand on this fence
(Yes now I touch you, I smirk)
Reaching out
From this side of a fence
Reaching out
To flower? To thorns?
Or simply to stumble and fall?
Nonetheless
Reaching out
-Mx

GUIDE

#irony
#hypocrisy
#haiku

GUIDE
They guide
Into a pit
White darkness
-Mx