Prosperity Preachers

Their ardent audience

seek restoration

for their broken relationships

for their fading bodies

a painful life of the shambles

 

They overload top t.v shows

also expensive book-shelves

preaching that riches

is a reward for good behavior

 

Theirs is to account for our sins

yours and mine

teaching about living abundantly

expecting God to rain down blessings

 

For them God is always fair

they don’t just say it

they prove it

photos in their opulent homes

and in their privately owned luxurious jets

 

Fair means the God rewards the good

and reproves the bad

including the baby who dies

in her mother’s womb

or in his crib

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I want to live this moment

since I know it is fleeting

I am not absorbed in anything else.

 

This moment is not mine alone

it goes beyond everything perfect

and is more than my hustles and bustles.

 

All shades of emotions

cross my mind

they are varied and urgent.

 

But I am here now

with everything that I am

and everything that I will never be.

 

I cherish all my stories

of joy and pain

this life is truly worth living.

 

Whether I feel happy or sad

I know one thing that I desire

to be completely lost here now.

 

It begs me to question

What do I yearn for?

What makes me ache?

A Beautiful Day

Today I wanted to write a sad poem

but it is a beautiful day

the earth is festively colored

rich shades of purple, blue, red and pink

stretch endlessly on the earth’s surface

enthralling my eyes and thoughts.

 

A puff of fresh air easily flows

through the intensely colored petals

dancing to a rhythm only known to them.

 

Is it because it is winter?

Does it breathe a new life to everything?

Including me?

 

Cheering strands of light

a mare reflection of sun’s rays

push my questioning glances aside

glowing faintly and I long for more.

 

This tranquil vision cannot be destructed

by mist drifting from invisible depths

getting thicker and thicker like ground fog

settling mall clouds of dust.

 

True

I’d forgotten how love feels

my soul had been hidden and long forgotten

but dead parts of me have been awakened

this beautiful day has illuminated every part of me. .

If I was to Love

If I was to love

i’d love with all my faith

from my childhood innocence

to tears and grief that colors adulthood.

 

I’d speak of my lover’s name

in every passionate and delightful breath

and love even more in the afterlife.

 

I am single

but I listen with blushing ears

the sound of river’s sacred flame

flowing into many fountains and into the blue sea

 

How I weep!

Watching the mountains

giving endlessly

the low and deep kiss

to the blue and sometimes darkened sky.

 

The splendor of bright stars

murmur under the moonbeam

like a dream

keeping my virgin pride intact

for the sun shall preserve my youthful hue with gold.

Why I Write

I write because it is my enchantment

I don’t need to feign my competence

of matching and coupling words

to a celebrated new meaning.

 

Words render me relevant and imperative

away from styled record of blemished sadism

in a cold world that made me believe I was small

words seize me from all vanity.

 

My potential is at the verge of explosion

since few seem to hear the sound of my pen

dancing through invincible nights and transparent days

spelling a clear visage of who I am and should be.

 

Words save me from the litany of lies

of self-guilt and self-accusation

they make me ride in the waves of pure triumph

of a man entitled to own dreams and illusions.

 

I write about many moons and suns

and about the wonder of shooting stars

in world full of glorious possibilities

and one day they will write about this!

 

Like the Sun

She trusted explicitly

her rebellious act

against the angels

they had lied

again

 

She had escaped

to rescue her spirit

it will no longer be

ruled from the outside

 

She was a woman

full of quests and charm

her past was never a burden

because it lightened her soul

 

Like the sun

she was alone

but would never sell

her days for gold and promises

 

Let them think what they want

but she was in love with the soft breeze

she needed to listen to everything it carried

illuminating everything in her life like the sun

In the Dark Room

The empty room echoed

the hollowness of his heart

the world had shattered him

and everything in it felt dead

 

Now

he could not fly

his wings were clipped

he abhorred walking

the ecstasy of hatred

overshadowed the joy

of any kind of love

 

And though unwanted

he was unbidden

despite the long waits

on the long nights

that turned him into an owl

 

Upon a midnight dreary

a tapping stirred him

revealing the image of him

through his mind’s eye

he could see

feel

&

touch

his finest moments

What Happens Next?

What happens next?

That question

was surrounded by a currency of shadows

and rang a tabernacle of bells

he could neither think and answer

exhaustion was a silent companion

and it clouded his imagination

he did not know that he had arrived

where the stars, the moon and the grey sky

spelled eternity

was he going to open his eyes?

Or his heart?

Worth

Worth is that sickly anticipation

Of breathing through the night

Passing over deep shadows

Via semblance of truths

 

It is the urgency of escaping

From the haunted house

That rendered the once

Youthful and lovely

Old and veined

 

It is that sod ding intelligence

Of enjoying the serenity

Of the inner voice

Soft in its

Demands

 

Worth is nagging

Is disturbing

As doomsday

Is the danger

Of drowning

In spilled thoughts

 

It is freeing from

The clock of fear

And getting caught

In the strangeness

Of twists & turns

Delighting in

Their hurt

And joy

Needing

Feeling

Your Eyes

I am afraid

To look into your eyes

Eloquent in my language

They steal away my thoughts

How do I know they are honest?

Do they carry deep dark secrets?

I fear for the words that they hold

But I crave to hear them speak

And taste the sea of mystery

To lose myself once more

Free my burdened heart

Open the doorway

Of my liberty

Ineptness

Passion

Love