Once Upon a Time I
once upon a time I Saw a first flower undress In slow motion naked colour I have been awaiting One to bloom And emit fragrance Ever since
On Stopping Here
To: WBY Walking up your life girdle you may then Get tired or just need to look down To see how far you have stepped Or how high you have elevated On stopping here,
A Letter
a penny for your thoughts my dear how are you Got things to tell got to stand naked before you Disintegration now depicts my inner me were you Here you might see no difference
Prologue
1/ The taste of a poem Is in the relishing Sweet, sour or bitter Cold, lukewarm or hot The test of a poem Is in the nourishing Undying, fleeting or naught Its effect in
Sonnet II: Farewell Song
Let me for somewhere I should stroll Bid thee farewell. You, eternal wonder That enthralls my soul, will always tolls Like a muezzin’s serene call yonder. Who can really reckon the lines on the
K. A
Like this morning when white was all over I was the snow, you the soil. When my sun rises I don’t mind perishing As long as I can embrace you till the end And
Bless 'em beggars, buskers, street vendors
bless ’em beggars, buskers, street vendors Breastfeeding mothers, fathers weather- Beaten, misplaced babies, outofschoolboys&girls Enduring with furious fidelity Everyday musk of japanese/german carfumery Bless ’em by-products of national antigress Fretful souls on the brims
Be Not Too Proud
(In loving memories of my father; Born June 22, 1938 – March 25, 2006) Though Thou succeeded finally In shunning his mortal body With every beat of my heart He shall be living eternally
After School
tell me one good thing You did to yourself today And tell me another That you did to others Let us check our lives With these questions, daugther For as many tomorrows We borrow
A Koi
To recall nothing past And expect nothing yet to pass To never suffer from boredom Or give in to fiefdom To need not be brave nor coy Sometimes, I wish I were a koi
A Slide
a) An old and rusty slide Made derelict by one’s Misplaced innocence B) I’ll recognize him Once I see his face again So it says
Everybody is an Ezing!
everybody is an Ezing to themselves! Oh yes, because reality does not exist, Oh no, even when it seems so. Only action happens, even when it doesn’t. And it does not matter, even when
Budapest Museum of Fine Arts
a Memo from the Past This is to compliment those Who have made us petrified And conjured up evidence of our sufferings Into what they call a tourist’s attraction
A Brand New Life
1/ My dearest child, my dearest love Come to Ayah, who has just come My dearest star, my brightest sun Your loudest cries, my sweetest songs Your merry laughter, my constant prayer My dearest
Either
if you are young and bright At one and twenty, go to a: If you are old and gray At one and sixty, see b: A) Scorn these lines, Forget the book Put it