Monday, August 9, 2010

The Morning,

With the break of dawn,
And as the whores call it off as a day,
And as the urchins break their cold sleep;
I ride with pride,
Prouder than the Egyptians.

The morning bird’s song fails to attend,
My conscience.
The bitches’ fail to feed its broods,
Jobs fail to satisfy our incessant wants,
As the pollens fail to consummate,
In this thick dark air,

Our dimples go unnoticed and our scars, advertised!
But I don’t fail to catch the garish ads.
I fail to learn the ropes of chastely-
I learn to unwind the unwound.

The toxic dregs from the petroleum demons,
Surrogates the freshness of our innate mornings,
But its only the thoughts that speak,
The soul that gets hurt,
And it fails to penetrate our sunscreen laden bodies.

Those are good as carcass,
After that modernity meal,
So it’s the same night that reigns,
All dark and dull,
In the lights of this ultimate sultry power.

Cyril Abraham
14th June 2007


Voyage

Bags of packs,
Packs of men
Bliss on faces
Smiles in miles
Pleasures without measures
Proffers this voyage
For the lost lot

All dressed
To get belted
For a blessed voyage-
Gleam in eyes
And
Dreams satiated
Aviated near heavens
Dozens on board
Without bored
To reunite
With their lots.

No match for these
Lads and lass
With back packs
Lack fear
All excited to reunite the
The missed lots.

On a mighty hope
They go against
The gravitation
For the gratification
Of their dear lot.

Cyril Abraham
Manila Airport-29th May '08

Monday, December 14, 2009

Salvation

Salvation

Colours! Seem to leak from my life
Green was greener,
Red – bright!
Yellow was – never so cold

Marks of smacks on my flesh
Works of life fresh on mind;
Unknown powers grapples my acts
Acts of the Apostles filter my acts
And with worldly loss, but with a Jewish boss
I live my life with a smile on face
And lead my way with hop-at-pace.
Hoping for the best at the time of rest

Feastings give no more – satiety;
Fasting give – more vigor to my figures.
Negating vices supplementing virtues
Lifes not same-
Though, colours leak but I don’t bleak.

Mind ceases to fret
But pleases to feat
To conquer life's best
Not donned by many
Yet known by many
Salvation! As its known by many.
Cyril Abraham