|If you write poems, I say keep writing and keep expressing yourself. Sometimes I suddenly get an urge to write one, other times a 'poemy' mood comes over me gradually (sometimes over days or even weeks) and I start writing. They are generally about topics I am beginning to understand and that I find difficult to express in other ways. Here are one or two ...|
On Proving That God is Dead (1998)
One man sought beauty in a young woman's body.
One man saw some lines on a page.
No one proved that this is a poem.
Unanswered Questions (1995)
|Yearend in June (1997)
I hear the sound of supermarkets,
My Pilgrimage To Hurst (1997)
To understand this better, see the small explanation I wrote of the themes of this poem. (Written 7 years after the poem itself, in 2004)
On Voiceovers in Zia International Airport (2001)
The hum of the centralised airconditioning system
Ode to Illums Bolighus (2001)
Groomed and uniformed sphinxes stand erect,
Units Of Emotion (2002)
One day When I have found fulfillment
My words and deeds alone
Shall witness of my mission.
As your attention purposed
To rest upon this record,
Consider now if through these marks
You can know more of me than I of you.
Can the Love that pens these words,
Now analysed, quantified, qualified,
Ever be understood or given life again?
These heirlooms I've set forth,
Are rugged and rough hewn enough
To well express my purport
That life is more than what is seen and felt,
What is dreamed and heard.
As by the time these words are weighed by our creations
I will I hope have come to know for sure.
In Defence of Brave Old Words (2003) |
Imagine a world
Without any problems
All rights to be claimed
No wrongs to be righted
Well, I will not be there because
If I had a mission statement
It could not be in your language
My sinful old life just does not fit
Into the linguistic brave new world
Of known issues to be addressed
Cursed or not, it has its blessings
Amateurish or not, I am not afraid to be who I am
Look me in the eye
And tell me it is 'inappropriate' to 'abuse'
|I have published some more poetry here, including one that I wrote on poverty in Bangladesh.|