Doorstep Sun

Doorstep Sun


I remember when the sun would set at my doorstep,
When I tasted the sin in your skin and got nothing.
But I didn’t mind, nothing mattered back then when
The sky’s goodbye was a hundred colours worth of emotion ,
And I’d be tempted to go blind staring at ,
tomorrow morning.

- J. Bhagan

New unfinished , untitled poem - about bim

My heart will always be,
On the Cave Hill,
By the Carib sea.

I came to feast my eyes ,
on Turqouise waters ,
And Vanilla Clouds
and taste wisdom
through distilled knowledge.

But I found my spirit sustained,
by morsels of friendship,
a ship spiced ,
with a dozen islands worth
of dialect.

I Tasted Creole verbs,
and found them much like the patois
of my mother tongue .

When I lick my lips,
I still taste the salt of paradise beach,
And salty sweet memories of pink sunsets.
Forever bittersweet.

I am still hung-over , feverish and dazed ,
from long Caribbean nights,
And maybe half-a bottle of Malibu in wasted potential ,
what if’s , maybes’ and could have beens .

But those nights mixed with golden rum and melted into golden mornings ,
staring at the silver sea would be all we ever need.
Coconut flavored memories.

I slept on unrequited love,
On white sand with the gentle roar of the ocean as my lullaby,
On hopes that became dreams , and became illusions ,
On memories of you walking by my side at night.

We could never tell when those perfect nights would end,
Our eyes would always be looking to the west ,
For those perfect sunsets , pink purple and rose red,
But when the sun rose in the east ,
Ending the hours we laughed together,
We could never tell the exact moment when
perfection ended

And we’d be called into bed ,
to dream poor dreams that had none of the magic
of living in pleasant view,
the magic of waking up every morning
to a sea that stole the blue of the sky ,
and invited you to come lose yourself in her embrace,
So she could steal your heart,
and leave you with memories,
and no regrets ,
only sighs .

Mellow Silver bells.

Silver Mel Belle

When those Silver Elevator Doors Opened,
My eyes held the reflection of your face,
Like two Silver Mirrors
But my mind only saw :

Your Angel hair ,
Spilling down to your neck,
Like an Obsidian picture frame ,
Dancing as you moved with Raven grace.

I saw not who you were:
But I saw your pink Lips,
and Mona Lisa Smile ,
Beneath your dark ,
Downcast eyes.

Searching the ground ,
For solace perhaps.

Time Stopped,
My Heart Stopped,
But you didn’t’ stop ,
You flew with Raven grace,
In your motion ,
you moved me.

Today I see the moon rise,
on your Mona Lisa smile ,
A smile that brightens the Obsidian Night,
Just enough for us to see :
The Midnight sky,
Scorched by the sun’s passing passion ,
Burnt purples and forgetful blue,
Framed by fleecy clouds,
over the Ocean Horizon.

I see the Full Moon rise with your eyes
and that silver glint of laughter in them.



As your eyes rise,
you learn to trust your feet
and walk by faith ,
And my faith is : -
In showing the world your hidden smile,
I shall be remembered.
and fondly too I hope ,
Just as you remember :
That green winged Macaw .
Never forget that green
is the colour of hope.

Never Forget -
Hope is that feathered thing with wings,
That perches in the soul
And Sings the tune without words
and never stops at all. - E. D.

I will never forget,
Silver doors
and mellow silver bells,
The sweet scent of Oriental Honey tea,
Angel woven Raven hair,
and pink lips pursed
in a half hidden enigma
of why it hurts to smile .

( Written and performed for someone special on her birthday . First time i did such, First time my poetry was so well appreciated by the woman whom i wrote it for.
One verse is adapdted from Emily Dickinsons poem on hope . Felt it could flesh out hope much better than i ever could in a few short lines , and make the Green Macaw reference come alive at the same time . )

'Legacy' poem

Great Heart will not be denied :-
Know that I am at your side,
on the day that the moon fails,
And the sun must hide his pride.

And when i die ,
let them say,
I personified the better angels ,
of the human spirit,
Let them say,
I lived in the time ,
Of Obama ,
and the heirs of Ghandi ,
Martin Luther King,
and Mandela.

Let generations yet unborn ,
Speak of us ,
The heirs of Eric Williams ,
Errol Barrow and Norman Manley,
and speak of how we used the gifts ,
of our forefathers,
To build them a better life.

Let them say ,
we lived in revolutionary times,
When the East swung from far right to far left,
and the land of the Pharoahs was no longer ruled by a tyrant,
and although the people starve,
and bleed for their freedom,
They die dignified ,
Deified .

And when the Jasmine fires,
Of truth burn out,
Let us blacken our hearts,
with ebony ash ,
and remember those ,
who went before us.

Great Hearts cannot be denied,
For the day man's spirit,
is overcome by man's pride,
Is the day truth is belied,
Justice defied ,
If that day comes i hope to die,
And upon my tombstone will lie
These words for those that survive :
Peace , Truth , Love.

Most perfect verse in years

The most perfect verse in years:

Great Heart will not be denied :-
Know that I am at your side,
on the day that the moon fails,
And the sun must hide his pride.

(the first line 'great heart' is from the lord of the rings , king Theoden speaking to one of the hobbits. Each line is 7 syllables , i find myself writing 7 syllable lines often when i rhyme . Rest of poem will be published after the competition for which it was written)




BLACK
I have felt the silence of my obligation to you,
but i might never know,
The true weight of that silence.

I was born into the Black night,
Deaf and Blind i learnt to feel,
Feel the Blackness around me .

I groped along that smooth obsidian road of fate ,
and found my way into the softness,
of your Black bed.

And i tasted your soft poison ,
Its fire burnt my throat,
But my tongue quivers for more,
My Lips are wet with the desire,
To brush against your soft Blackness once more

I Lost something of myself,
'cause i learned that
the three syllables of your true name,
can be repeated in mantra,
My mind is a blank slate,
my body inflamed with beastial hunger for Black,
and Black, poisonous death.

For years i'v been building a palace
out of the gems of Logos
And Sophie's golden hair,
You came and slipped the sun under your tongue,
and shut your mouth ,
so that only Black issued forth from your lips.

My gems shine no more.

I Throw Logos into the ebony ocean ,
with the knowledge that i will never see again,
unless you spit the sun back out ,
But i fear you will swallow the gods whole
Drink the milky way down
and rip the celestial dark asunder.

And i fear that you would still want more.

But i long for that Oblivion,
To be free of Fate's weight,
I long to be emptied of my nothing,
and fill myself,
with your Black.

Random Musings- getting b

Forgotten infinity :

Last night you hungered for lust ,
I did bid you bite my neck,
and drink lust from the red source.

You groaned as you drank,
I moaned as i was emptied,
till morning came,
and burned Lust away.

Last night i saw your body,
In it's perfection i saw your soul,
We kissed ,
I tasted your heart,
Its true color Rage,
its true nature betrayal,
I wiped your red from my lips,
and pushed you away.

Last night she asked,
For my heart,
I gave it to her,
Throbbing red with Treason,
but she embraced it still.

Till the morning came,
and bid red heart beat no more.

In the night i saw her face,
Every detail perfect,
every perfection an infinity.

Infinity Turned me red,
Red with desire ,
and in one night,
i fought a thousand wars,
burned a thousand ships,
and claimed her for my own.

Till the Light Bringer of Morning,
snatched her away from me.
I forgot infinity.



Raven haired beauty :
Amidst the crowd ,
I saw the sheen ,
of your Raven Hair,
My Heart stared at,
Black Beauty ,
My soul followed you.

We met in a mostly empty room,
You embraced me ,
and kissed my neck lightly,
I embraced you back ,
Kissing your Neck as well,
Wetly,
As i tried to taste who you were,
and who you might be,to me ,
My reasons might have been,
Mostly empty.




Time Ruins Everything :
I feel Agonizing Solace,
Clawing away at my passions,
I lock my anxiety Behind,
the Cellar Door,
and let it ferment with Fury,
In hopes of Distilling ,
The red Liquor of Chaos.

Have you ever drank the red wine?
Tasted of its Old Agony ,
Trapped in a barrel for decades,
Unable to express itself,
Changing,
forgetting itself,
Till it becomes something entirely different,
New in its Senescence .

If you Truly Know ,
The fruit of the Vine,
You know he died,
But not before He was,
trapped behind ,
that Cellar Door,
Away from light and feeling,
Till he forgot how to live .

He died so you could
Drink of his Red Agony
To taste his intentions on your tongue
Moisten your lips with his regrets
and swallow down the sound
of True love .

As i bleed to you today,
upon this page,
Know this : Time ruins everything,
Embrace the ruin ,
Lock yourself away from feeling,
Behind the,
Cellar Door.

TTSA interfaith poem , dubbed the "trinity Poem"

Look to the North,
Look Skyward,
and you will see,
The red roofs ,
of St. Benedict's
Monastery.

And from the evergreen northern mountains,
From the crucifix adorned tower of Benedict’s abbey.
one can look down upon the land of the Trinity,
The sweet caroni plains to the south,
The Calm Gulf of Paria to the west,
and when the sun dies over the western horizon,
you can see the blue water,
and the blue sky,
turn blood red.

Perhaps Christ saw red,
as he looked up to the heavens,
The sun dying over the western horizon,
Dying the sky red.
Christ bade rock headed Peter ,
To look skyward too,
For through the red,
Christ saw Blue Infinity.

And he taught Peter ,
How to speak to Infinity,
When he said
" Our Father,
Who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be thy name"

And when Christ ascended ,
into the fleecy clouds,
Perhaps Jesus then,
became one ,
with the eternal sky,
one with his Father.

And when Peter ,
looked skyward,
Perhaps he saw infinity's face,
as Christ bade them farewell.

Infinity and St. Benedict ,
are good friends,
as you might have heard,
Poisoned cups shatter ,
when offered to Benedict,
Poisoned bread is plucked,
from Benedict's hands ,
By a Raven,
who then takes the foul deed,
Skyward.




In the year 1947,
the gods put the fire ,
of devotion into a man,
name Siewdass Sadhu .

Sadhu saw god's home by the sea,
and with fire in his hands ,
He moved the earth,
Stone by Stone,
Brick by brick,
he built God's temple on the seashore,
On the Plantation Master's land.

Massa Tate saw God's work being done,
and wanted no part of it,
Massa destroyed God's home on earth,
and cast Sadhu's work into the sea,
and sent Sadhu himself to a jail cell,
a hole in the ground.

But captivity did not snuff out,
Siewdass Sadhu's flames,
when he got out of that hole,
he went back to the sea,
and prayed to the gods,
and saw their true design.

Their true home was in the sea.

So Sadhu's hand's touched the soil once more,
and he moved the earth ,
Stone by stone,
Brick by Brick,
Bucket by Bucket of earth,
as his life passed him by.



Blue Shiva,
Came down from mount Kailasa ,
just to see one man,
move the earth.

Mother Ganga, left
Shiva's hair ,
Left the comfort ,
of her River Bed,
In India,
Crossed the Indian Ocean,
Turned the Cape Horn of Africa,
and endured the middle passage,
Just so that her waters,
could gently kiss,
the stones that Sadhu moved,
And bear witness ,
To Sadhu's devotion

Till at last , after 25 years.
Sadhu bridged the divide between Land and sea,
Man and God,
and his temple was complete.

Today you can walk from Trinidad,
into the gulf of Paria,
To visit God’s home in the sea,
Blue water lapping against the rocks all around you,
waves crashing on your left , and on your right,
but as long as your path is straight,
You will meet the gods at the end of that seaborne journey.

To the east we now turn,
back to the days before Columbus was born
Before King Henry Split the Christian church in two,
Before the Pope split the earth down the Tordesillas line,
Amidst the Arabian sands,
A city called Mecca rose,
And within these great walls,
Rose a man named Muhammed .

Muhammed wandered the earth,
looking for meaning in life,
searching for truth,
He came upon a cave,
And when he did enter,
The angel of the lord came to him,
He was blinded by Infinity’s glory,
And the angel Gabriel did bid him ,
To write down God’s words.

Muhammed went down to Mecca,
and for decades he fought ,
till at least he defeated the Quayish ,
who sought to destroy him ,
and burn god’s words to ash.

Then Mecca did become ,
God’s holy city ,
And the black stone in the heart of the city,
Was venerated by Muslims,
As a sign of God on earth,
They say the stone was once pure white ,
In the days of Adam and Eve before man fell,
but it was lost and blackened,
by the indiscretions of man.

It took more than a millennium for muhammed’s word,
To cross the Arabian sands,
Climb the Kashmir pass,
Into India,
and from India,
Muhammed’s word was carried by ships,
around the Horn of Africa,
across the middle passage,
Till it reached the Caribbean sea.

From Benedict’s mount, one can see,
dozens of green minarets,
Decorated with the crescent moon and star,
facing eastward , so that,
every follower of the prophet muhammed,
Can find his way to mecca,
As he prostrates himself before God,
And prays to one day make the journey,
Across Arabian sands,
To the black rock that god left behind,
For man to find.


Trinidad and Tobago is triply blessed,
as Columbus did name Trinidad after the holy trinity when he saw,
3 green hills of equal height ,
He was reminded of the three persons of God ,
God the father , the creator, who art in heaven.
God the son, the word made flesh who came down to earth,
And God the holy spirit , who is found both in fire,
and in the cleansing waters of Baptism.

Trinbago is triply blessed to be a land,
where every creed can find an equal place,
Benedict’s monks found their place on the mountain,
Close to their father who art in heaven,
Sadhu found his place in the blue sea,
The waters of which perhaps once ran through the Ganges,
into India’s Ocean.
And the followers of islam , who seek to find Mecca in their hearts,
Submit to god as best they can,
They find their place prostrate upon the earth,
Lowering the crown of their head,
to the ground that god made.

Trinbago is triply blessed to be a land,
where every creed and race,
can find an equal place.