Rex Mathew Mathew

While resting by the blooming blossoms,
I happened to see a butterfly flutter by.
With fire- red wings added with a black tinge,
Above the placid plants it flew high.
...

If love is the term for what I am feeling,
Then it's too low a word for what I know;
For when in my soft smiling thoughts you glow,
You are the bloom of morning, the star of evening.
...

Little eyes have told me wonders
As sparkling innocent as sunrise
...

Amidst all God's creations,
Man is above them all;
But by the wars of all nations,
Peace among men had its fall.
...

Sometimes I sit so blank as now,
Quietly- no thoughts, no actions;
Devoid of pressure, of stress or tension.
I don’t know what can disturb this peace!
...

I walked through that silent garden;
In the past, it had many children.

I played with that abandoned swing;
...

I have long been that puppet in society’s hand,
My every step timed to entertain an audience,
And my every word scripted, fit to their rules.
It’s been a life living on other’s terms -
...

I met your heroine today, on the roadside.
She's just as broken as you painted her.
The child still sells flowers for a living,
And still wears that soiled, tattered frock.
...

It was when I counted my wallet
That a coin fell down.
It rolled down the granite to under a chair;
My eyes followed behind.
...

Quietly, the silent mind ponders
Of things prettier than this sunset
And of other radiant wonders
That exist in some unseen planet
...

The speechless air and vacant corridors
And a silent soul waving through.
His face is firm, his face is solid.
Embraced by grief, the heavy heart trudges
...

The Sun-torch lights the red Arabian sands,
And shafts of flaming light reflect off skyscrapers.
Every building like a bar of bright gold
And every road like still-burning ashes.
...

I wish, among my thousand wishes,
To float among the mysteries of the night.
When the Moon beams its soulful smile,
When the darkness blankets the sleeping flowers
...

Walking through a dark and mystic night,
Like crawling through a deep blind tunnel,
And edging towards a distant glow of dawn.
...

There are times, when despise and hatred
Are spit like venom from the snakes around,
Infecting every bit of my power and peace.
...

Bleak shadows sweep on my soul
Weary eyes drip a dreary spirit
My breath too short to soothe the brimming fire
And hope - far beyond my reaches.
...

'Your wishes, my son? '
To live life for what my heart sings
And to eavesdropp wherever beauty rings,
And to flower my eyes at the Sun in the horizon.
...

When the blackness of night draws in,
I resort to my bedroom window-
My personal theatre.
I dim out the lights inside
...

I once stood as a young tender plant
By the wet banks of a tranquil brook.
I grew by hearing the song-bird’s chant
While lying by the great oak’s nook.
...

When glancing through the mental pictures
Of pure and innocent babyhood and childhood
(Pure and innocent, in the righteous sense that
Of being distant from and unknowledgeable of
...