Category Archives: Poetry

In the eyes of Me.

Thereby lies the Devil’s Bible

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The Codex Gigas, courtesy of google

A monk to be welled up alive

After breaking his sacred vows

Bet his life on a magnum opus

In one night with all the knowledge

Deep and wide of heaven and earth

to appease the communal fury

in glory of the holy community

Forever famed in an earthly shrine.

So, the monk made a special prayer

To Lucifer, Prince of Darkness fallen

From heaven in exchange of his soul

For helping him complete the opus.

The Devil answered the prayer thus

And possessed the monk with feats

of supernatural erudition and swiftness.

The monk then paid his dues in twofold:

The portrait of his satanic master in the opus

And the offering of his life to Lord of Hell

In likeness of the life of one Dr. Faustus

According to the gospel of Marlowe.

Thereby lies the Codex Gigas immortal

Author’s Note: This poem is based on my reading of an article about “The Devil’s Bible” that survived the infernal fire in a Swedish castle. It’s arguably the largest medieval manuscript in the world originated in 13th century Bohemia. The scribe who penned this formidable book is said to have made a Faustian pact with the devil for completion thereof in just one day. What’s more, the book escaped the inferno by being defenestrated outside the window despite its being of 8.7 inches thick and 75 kilograms (approximately 165 pounds). The story is so remarkable that it has been registered in my mind’s book since I read it. The Devil’s Bible is now preserved at the National Library of Sweden in Stockholm.

the milky way

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The stars in the Milky Way

Bright in the cold night sky

Twinkle in her diamond eyes

Dwell in her garden of senses

To unravel the universal mystery.

Author’s Note: Last night’s sky was studded with beautiful stars imbuing me with a new kind of hope and comfort that life is not such a formidable juggernaut to deal with. The beauty of nature did me good indeed. This is my mind’s imprint of the beauty. 

farewell to the feast

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A light spirit with a merry heart

Flitting in the Arcade of Elan

Hears the chime at the morn,

Loses alacrity in a heartbeat

With her lithe gait drooped fast

And sighs for the end of the feast.

Author’s Note: Today ends the dreamful 4-day Thanksgiving holiday, and I wanted to commemorate it with this poem of mine. To me, it was truly the most cherished holiday because I could have all those time to myself doing what I liked in the comfort of my room without having to wake up in the wee hours of the morning to take a 2-hour trip to work. Time is indeed a fashionable host that changes his attitude toward the coming and going guests. What’s more, “Nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defense.” – Shakespeare 

The Untamed Sea

It speaks in roars of gushing beads all wither,

the spirits incarnate on the mighty crest of waves:

The Joy, the Fury, the Beast, the Beauty

All riding on the crest of the impetuous waves

and casting a spell on the eyes of the lady

bewitching her in its net of wonder, evermore. 

Cabinet of Curiosities

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Pictures of strange faces

Folios of collected letters

Sealed in the misty wonders

of the antemundane treasures

awoke her delight in the senses

in phantasmagorical displays

of the cabinet of curiosities.

Author’s Note: Looking at our family album suddenly brought me back to the time when my father opened an old cabinet in his library where the interesting artifacts from our ancestors were kept and explained to me what they were; At the tender age of childhood, it was a sight to behold in awes and wows engraved in my memory shrine. For it was truly a Cabinet of Curiosities.