poem: Journey into Hyades’ Kingdom
my love lies dull now
in the shade of your regard
uncertainly flickers
and with certainty fades
in a dead coin,
on shores of dross sand,
my love
pays the silent ferryman
what haunts my love
as the ferryman’s skiff skitters
over waters endless, dark and deep?
is it the oaths made one to the other
that my love and your love
have yet to keep?
or is it the shadowed souls looking on
as my love starts to weep?
but even sorrow eventually
meets its end
for it is
exhaustion’s favored friend
my love lies still now
on the bone dry beach
of an alien land
awaiting your love’s regretful approach
with a soul smeared face
and a still open hand
~
by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright July 2, 2001
You can find more of my stories and poems at http://mathoda.com/stories.
my sister’s poem: Nachel by Nachel (with a small addition by me)
a great sister
I am sooooo lucky to be graced with her presence
how lucky I am to be her brother
I am the envy of all brothers around the world
she is so wonderful and smart
so beautiful and charming
and I, ronny, her brother, am so ucky and pathetic looking when I stand near her
oh, all hail Nachel
bow down to her greatness
she is so wonderful
we all love her
she is so kind and wonderful
but enough of the lies
~
by Nachel Kaur Mathoda (with a small addition by Ranjit Singh “Ron” “Ronny” Mathoda)
created, probably, when Nachel was in middle school
You can find more of my stories and poems at http://mathoda.com/stories.
poem: Passion without Reason
I too feel the whiplash of Chronian Pan!
The sharp staccato beats
of horn’ed head
and clove’ed feet
Lifting my pulse
Away
From reason’s too sharp seat
~
by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright July 3, 2001
You can find more of my stories and poems at http://mathoda.com/stories.
poem: An Ode to Bean Dip
bean dip, you are so good
bean dip, I love you
bean dip, come closer
and bring the chips
~
by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright August 30, 2005
(Special thanks to Nisha Bhakta Dugal, whose exquisite bean dip resulted in this ode.)
You can find more of my stories and poems at http://mathoda.com/stories.
poem: Her Hate
unwittingly my soul approached
the event horizon of her hate
it felt the gentle tides
the ceaseless tug
the swirling of other souls sucked in
but it did not listen
not to sour words said by others
not to the whimpering solar wind
not until the fateful moment had passed
not until tidal forces began to grate
did the realization sink in
deep and sharp
amongst the all encompassing dark
that it was far, far too late
~
by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright November 26, 2005
You can find more of my stories and poems at http://mathoda.com/stories.
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