She said: we are mango people,
We don't read or write poetry;
We don't create, or knead
A better universe for others;
We don't weave the peace
With our acts, words or tweets.
He said: the comparison
Is an insult, a denigrating
Act, against the mangoes;
Our magical fruit
Pleases our senses,
Using serpentine thoughts,
Never spews the venom.
An Attic Hand
There is a steed
of life, within all of us.
It is tall, muscular,
hyperventilating with the air
of our desires.
We all mount it, gaily,
carrying an armour
of reason, a sword
of free will.
We all make our steed
neigh, trot, and gallop
at our own will;
until an Attic Hand
grabs its reins.
Like an irresistible intrusive impulse
I keep checking my social media accounts,
More than I initially thought I would.
Everyone here carries a tongue
Of Martin Luther King, a heart of Rumi,
A soul of Mandela, a mind of Socrates;
Everyone here uses Likes and Shares,
A new currency of altruism and activism.
Everyone here sends love emojis
Across the oceans, yet ignoring
Their families, their friends, across the tables,
Their neighbours down the streets.
People discover their inner activist,
Inner philosopher, inner poet,
Inner prejudice and bigotry here.
People behave like celebrities here.
My News-feed is colourful like a rainbow.
Sadness has evaporated from our perfect
Timelines, yet sharp icicles of loneliness
Hang from the grey ceilings of our minds.
How to be happy
"Never", say philosophers,
More you chase it,
more elusive happiness becomes.
If you can learn to invest in your family,
friends, community, and work,
and not move like an unhinged asteroid;
If you can find a purpose,
beyond yourself, to live,
and not get caught in your vanities;
If you can find an activity, a hobby,
where you forget the daily drudgery,
and live in the present moment;
If you can remember
everyone gets his share of problems,
and learn to carry a hope
despite life's tribulations;
If you can use gratitude
to tame your unbridled desires,
and learn to interpret
life experiences more positively;
And if you can stop, throwing seeds
on sand, chasing happiness,
THEN you will discover the truth:
"happiness is a side effect
of leading a good, meaningful, life".
These poems have been previously published in various literary journals, magazines, books and anthologies around the globe including the UK, the USA, Ireland and Canada.
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