1) The Calamity. (1994/2005)
Down he saw the blue horizon
And above the beautiful morn
The sun approaching high
And chasing dusk from dawn.
"Along the drift, I should drift
And power the boat along" -
The fisherman thought and Nature
Supported in the birds' song.
He set sail!
The sun hid, a bird flew,
The earth beneath did seek.
Everything so calm, so quiet,
And the trusted Nature, meek.
His beloved Nature darkened.
Darkness everywhere. The sky, dark.
The waves rolled and tossed much,
As the foam rose up high.
The horizon blurred mysteriously,
And the rousing waves encircled the pith.
The mystic gateway led deep down.
Reality seemed like a myth.
The sun rose again the other day.
Nothing the sea was able to say.
Nature was eternally gay.
And on the shore a breathing body lay.
His eyes - pale!
2) The Nymph in my Garden. (1997)
Like a champion of full beauty
She tripped over the bursting pods,
And wafted into my garden
On the lukewarm breath of the gods.
In the moonlit garden she hid;
My eye sought her and found her there,
Where she was whispering some words
To the new dandelion fair.
Oh! how I wish I had my ears
Made of the petals of that flower,
That I may also have the luck
To get wet in that whispered shower.
Oh! how desperate I am to
Pierce my ears with the whispered knife.
Tomorrow the petals will die;
I'll be deaf, the rest of my life.
Alas! my ears are flesha and blood
And will for long hear the world's din,
But never; never a word from
A nymph will there be whispered in.
3) No More. (2000)
That was the last time I cried
And why not? for she had died.
Though Philosophy tried to pull
Over my teary eyes its wool
The fact pierces the veiling
To expose my heart's wailing.
All spirituality may
Stand and see her absence today
As if her physical presence
Was all life and nothing hence.
4) Flowers From The Land I Left Long Ago. (1997)
I had long forgotten teh rustling sound
Of crisp leaves in the wind that rose to sow
The seed in the vale below; but for the
Flowers from the land I left long ago.
I had long forgotten that gorgeous sight
Of the happy seedling that there did grow
And to me its bright face show; but for the
Flowers from the land I left long ago.
I had long forgotten that pleasant smell
Of the playful plant that did overflow
From that vale to gorges low; but for the
Flowers from the land I left long ago.
I had long forgotten that divine touch
Of the tree's bark and never will I know
How through the tide I did row; but for the
Flowers from the land I left long ago.
I had long forgotten that sinful taste
Of those fruits whose weight made the tree to bow
To hide me in its shadow; but for the
Flowers from the land I left long ago.
5) Fire. (1999)
Ten thousand years, ten thousands more,
Or tens of thousands years before,
In Paleopolis city,
Of the great Jungledom country,
There dwelt Mr. Homo Einstein
Whose hair was curly and in twines
And he was crack-pot, some thought so.
What he said, they couldn't follow.
But Mr. Crack-pot Einstein's
Brain was different from yours and mine.
As was destined, fin-de-sicle,
One day starting from a trickle
The cracked pot had begun to leak
Spilling forth teh cerebral steak
On the unquenchable earth crust
Where in banquets out they did burst -
The teeming vermins of the soil
Who for their food were in a boil.
And how much Mr. Einstein tried -
He tore his hair, he even cried -
But his brainy fluid filling
Kept on spilling, kept on spilling.
Then in his heart burned a desire
He took two stones - the birth of fire.
He put the punctured pot to heat
And boiled the steak that lay in it
And all the homos far and wide
Or wherever they did reside
Savoured the vapour filling in
Their min like a scavenger's bin
With knowledge of a fiery birth -
The great deterrent on this earth.
