Axis & Allies - damowords

Inspirations
I was not yet prepared to wander west
For these events had shook me to my soul
Confused, bemused, excited & depress’d
All these are passions of a poet’s soul;
Who soon extends
His visa, funds & flight
As strange sensation sends him Tamilwards to write.
While stand in the CST
I closed my eyes a moment
Imagining the liberty
Of murderous militant
& then the extreme agony
Of screaming innocent
& felt my heart begin to palpitate
Full ruminating on a friendless fate.
I found my way to sleeper class
Upon the Hospet train
& slowly pass that mighty mass
Of skyscraper & crane
Soft fingering my bullet wound & wincing at the pain
Mumbai
Oasis
As Ghats give way to wide Deccan plateau
Hard is the journey ‐ dusty, hot & dry ‐
As into view wyrd mounds of boulders grow
Ruinʹd pillars that yore‐since bouyʹd the sky;
An Eastern Rome
Once soarʹd amidst the stone,
The great King Krishnaʹs home now rubble, husk & bone.
This was a place to muse on man
In the ruins of his past,
Far from the worldʹs tobacco ban
& itʹs television mast,
Was this part of a divine plan
Or mortal plaster cast ‐
Scenery settled in serenity,
A haven from human hostility.
Gliding by graceful coracle,
Serene as English spa,
Aft brief ramble, robust scramble,
Claim summit...from afar
Pastel lustrʹd sunsets musterʹd oer Vijiyanagar.
Hampi