The drums of war and sorrow
The head is filled with pain and flashes a splinter of a memory sable dust on open wounds becomes a human’s tragedy The house is worn with holes and bruises
Soul cushion
The glowing souls of the ones departed…
Grievance of a dismayed child
Mother dear I know it’s age that runs away on riverbeds your patterned swimsuit on my mind I was so small and you so tall now I have grown into
Shares of Beautiful
There are many sights to Wonderful many names to God many views to Life There are many hues to Colourful many sounds to Earth many believes to Men and all
Hymn of the elusive magic
It is the hope for a window agleam in an open house when tundra nights stretch beyond the morrows It is the hope for a roof ahead in a faithful
The courage of a rebel’s mind
cloudswimming, sunsinging wallshifting, treelifting Who says if all is set and done when just one voice can crack the dawn? goldbreaking, tearbaking muddancing, lightlancing Who sets the rules of whole
Requiem for Fugacity
a rip in the haze a split in the rays a seed in the bloom a room in the womb a print in the cloud so not to end in
Quest for Queendom
This post was written for Sakshis’ Blog, which you can find here. She is (in her own words) “An Electrical Engineer by profession, A poet at heart, A drama queen in real
Idle Curse of a Pretentious Broad
Poison seeping from my bones dripping into convenient veins beguiling stomach, heart and brain till dust and rust are left to call No hunger nor ache no sickness nor chain
Lesson for the Disoriented
I am Northwest the moss of the tree the damp, the dark, the direful me; the one that only the brown owl can see… My malice, my caution will keep
Wretched Easter
It tosses and spins my body is skins (and I cannot hold for sunbeams to crush the implacable slush) It creeks and groans my organs are bones (and I cannot
All life collapses
You (Yes, you!) who swallows that petrol until your mind turns raven-hued You thought it’ll last forevermore Mind you! Life always asks for what it’s dued D’you think the subduer
Prayer of the Weary
Shut my head block my eyes forget, forget that I’m alive. Greys of rain-twines irk my being enough, enough, you springtime fleeing! Bolt the house secure the yard recall, recall
Libretto for My Beloved
Epilogue Look me up when moonlight calls, roll me in your gentle dreams soak me with your animus and guide me through your reverie. Take me on this twilight fancy,
Of Meadows and Alleys
Let ’em out, the somber horses let ’em pound the stones and sludge let ’em run on nightfall’s ardor ’til they trampled all those forces Let ’em out, the piercing
Land of Innocence Cut
Cut! The knife is thrust there is no blood: just here it turns Bitter movement in my bust there is no pain: just here it churns Slight betrayal of my
The Chorus of the Doomed
A girl who clutches her trembling legs her frame for final salvation it begs there is no protection to obtain just crude abuse; an innocence to feign A boy who
1 Billion Rising
Today women around the world will dance against violence and rape (see http://onebillionrising.org/) A small poem is my contribution: A silent soul in tortured pain She cries and moans, it’s all
Past and gone
Remember that snowball afternoon? You said you’d never ever sold my heart and body to the chillywet cold how I lulled myself in that cocoon So why do you think
Daylight haven
There is a murmur in the wall it burdens my soul with an eerie call ponderous thoughts are cast my way for on my brain they all will prey They
The myth of humanity
The mountains bask on violent mist to breath untainted, polished air The waters long for pebbles on shore in quest of peace with a land dressed in anger Blood dripping
Forget the Days
FORGET THE DAYS Disappear in sand and laughter Cover my brain in cement and plaster Forget the days when black engulfs me… Then colour my world in pink and air
Angels and Demons
At times I lose track Of my demons and angels alike (Not even lights onshore blinking Luring me through a breathless blindness When all is swallowed And the heart becomes
Ode to family and friends
The clouds are breathing The skies are beating Sun hurrying from night to day Life sweeping from day to night I cannot prevent the glow from fading I can only
Riddle
Turtle clouds sliding up to the sky Casting a checkered spell onto earth Where to hide when windstorms loom blackly? Where to dance when airs play gently? The riddle of
Eva van Beek 