What happened to your salad days?
We look back at our lives,
We live in the past,
We look at the mirror,
...
Trust me, I am a tricky magician,
Follow me like a sheep, I am a corrupt politician,
Love me like mad, I am a Don Juan, a womanizer,
Hug me, I am a cruel policeman,
...
I want a world where,
The deaf can hear,
The blind can see,
The lame can walk,
...
He wrote a treatise
On my intellectual shortcomings
I was in a miasma
Of despair and agony
...
Rightly or wrongly, we shall come back,
Wanted, unwanted, liked or disliked,
Of our own free will, determination,
We shall come back,
...
I like a person who sees the world with the
symmetry of sunflowers,
vastness of oceans,
grandeur of mountains in Iran and Nepal,
...
Tea leaves refresh childhood memories,
Evenings after hard work as a construction laborer,
Cigarette butts bring to my mind,
Friends who puff me away, in delight, indulging in pleasure,
...
In this dog-eat-dog life,
Where grief and boredom are rife,
Keep away from all sadness and strife,
Come over to me, lose no time, rush,
...
A kiss is lovers' lips tenderly meeting,
their hearts fast musically beating,
in the meantime,
their minds beautifully shrinking,
...
Everybody wants to save the world,
But nobody wants to help the kid do the homework!
Everybody wants to salvage human beings,
But nobody wants to help the lonely weak old guys,
...
ONCE! ! !
silence was once a disease, now a cure
brain was once the commander, now the slave
lie was once a sin, now a virtue
...
Education is a lucrative corrupt market BUT offered as a method of transmitting knowledge and insight,
Freedom is torture and terror BUT defined as the right to do and say what you like,
Truth is manufactured by powerful leaders BUT regarded as the opposite of falsehood,
Honor killing is an abominable heinous practice But adored as an honorable glorious event.
...
Children are bundles of fun,
Heaps of joy, mountains of love,
Hoards of affection, hills of kindness,
Stockpiles of tenderness and fiery affection,
...
My silence is pregnant with meaning,
Replete with dreams and yearning,
Dreams nipped in the bud,
Desires ruthlessly rubbed in the mud,
...
Oblivious to the needs of others,
Disregard for your own needs, total forgetfulness,
“Bomber” Harris Bombing of Dresden, heavy bombers,
The town was bombed into oblivion, heedlessness,
...
Never go to bed tired and sad,
Go there strong, caring and somehow mad,
Like a tiger, a falcon, that’s the fad,
Eat honey, milk and cheese for breakfast,
...
You are Heart of all hearts
Fundamental Nucleus of all nucleuses
Massive Mass of masses
Vital Pulse of all pulses
...
Seven-year-old Burmese girl is kidnapped,
Kept in a dog cage, forced to be the family servant,
Hot water poured all over her body, scalded,
She cannot lift or move her arms.
...
Laws, religious injunctions urge us to be nice,
Friendly, decent, generous, and honest,
Pay taxes, help the needy, feel guilty for wrongdoings,
Respect the elderly,
...
In love with your aroma,
Madly cherished your aura,
Slavishly adored your pheromones,
Was ruthlessly victim to your hormones,
...
Return Of The Salad Days
What happened to your salad days?
We look back at our lives,
We live in the past,
We look at the mirror,
Our faces the mysterious museum of last encounters,
We go down the memory road,
The path of desires, hearts and minds,
Of shames, remorse, betrayal and guilt,
Of laughters, love, songs and cries,
Of rawness, and spiciness,
We suppress the shame, we shall survive,
Days of hot kisses, magnetic hugs, devilish touches,
Of beloved’s stories, secrets and scandals,
We want to reminisce on the importance of growing up,
To indulge in the joyful recollections of the past,
To remember the good old days,
Return of the salad days,
Return of the salad days,
Return of the salad days,
The sweet milky moments,
Days of lust, zeal, and fun,
Lush moments of bless, flesh, blood and fire,
And we want to forget bad days,
Remove past wrongs from our memories,
Yes, I have made inks out of your tears,
Music out of your laughters,
Water of life out of your kisses,
Fire of hope out of your fever,
Books of wisdom out of your words,
Elixir of youth out of your eyes,
A healing lotion out of your sweat,
Let’s swim in the river of Lethe,
Me mnesikakein, forgetfulness and amnesty,
Let’s take the path of music, passion and pillow,
We are song worthy, love worthy, and kiss worthy,
Not shame worthy, not pain worthy and not hate worthy,
Salad days shall return,
Return of the salad days...
Powerful, verbally resonant, richly evocative, beautifully crafted poems - deserving of a wide audience. As an Oxford University-trained literary analyst and university lecturer, I am mightily impressed and hope to see more from this clearly talented poet.
Dear reviewer is obviously got used to the “right” lyrics written by happy, uncritical self- and everybody-satisfied poet. Using plain comprehensible for everybody vocabulary, the latter would picture harmonious hearty relations between well-fed contented and joyful inhabitants of the rest non-English speaking world full of virtue. And if the respected critic knows great names “for what they are” he wouldn’t have missed Schopenhauer’s sorrowful observation that talented people hardly ever “win acceptance” in their lives.
Beautiful, I have no words. Thank you.. Thank you... Wonderful..so impressive
His poems are simply fantastic , they excavate diverse issues of human nature, social ills, romance, emotions, frustrations, hope and what not. They are incredibly profound and enlightening and the discourse is no doubt impressive and astoundingly persuasive, his rhetoric is magically effective , he is well acquainted with literary figures and is able to employ them to the best of infuence.
My most favorite poems are: Solitude, and Jamila Jolie. The juxtaposition of these two poems shows how the poet intelligently scrutinizes human spiritual and material desires that are part of our lives.
This poet has delved deep into the significant elements of life time and being in most revealing manner with an unparalleled style of employing stunning literary figures.He has delineated the whole range of human emotions, ideas, concerns and issues most impressively. I really enjoy reading his poems and get huge inspirations and insights.
In some of his poems, he sounds like a person who fails to adapt, can't win acceptance, and therefore throws a tantrum blaming everyone else and the world for his own failure. He sounds condescending in his views. Some mythical names he refers to in the poems are not correct for what they are; this shows his inadequate knowledge of those figures. His effort to throw in less frequently used words to be linguistically impressive makes his poems lack sincerity.