Monday, March 30, 2009

I like it

When the fragment of imagination,
When it brings on a face, an animation,
The lifeless enlivened. I like it.

When it feels lonely,scared,
When I look at people close, closed,
The pillow hug. I like it.

When wanting to be wished,
When no one does, can't be obliged,
The bird calls. I like it.

When overthrown by joy, feeling blessed,
When I cannot share it, though obsessed,
The walls listen. I like it.

Mind is a beautiful thing of matter,
Yet of substance and soul.

- hp.

Sunday, March 22, 2009


Silence ruled the moment
We were close.
Glitter in your eyes,
Told me you were mine,
Least for then.

You were the creature,
Me the wet soil.
That ephemeral episode,
Left an eternal trail
Of affectionate feelings.

You walk free, but
It hasn't rained for me,
Perhaps never will.

I long to see your eyes
Again glitter as they did.
I am waiting at the threshold.

(c) HP.

Written on behalf of a one-of-a-kind friend.

Friday, March 13, 2009


As the winter wore away,
Spring thought it was time
To sow some Chrys,
Petunias and Salvias.

The merry sowing time,
The dreams of bloom,
The everyday stare,
At the soil for a sprout.

Sprouts brought festive
Moods to the mind.
Hopes took a form
As buds were born.

The summer uninvited,
Rose the scorching sun.
Siesta swept the noons
While buds borne the burns.

The zest to till the soil,
To dream of bloom,
Sherbet in wine glass
Has intoxicated it off.

And the buds scream,
Painting their plight.
A pending feeling says,
Ice would taste better.

(c) HP.

Saturday, March 07, 2009


At times, I am anxious.
Baffled by my form.
(c) HP.