Mangoes by Richard Tipping


mangoes are not cigarettes

mangoes are skillful passionate fruits

mangoes are hungry to be sucked

mangoes are glad to be stuck in the teeth

mangoes like slush & kissing


mangoes are not cigarettes

mangoes are idiosyncratic seasonal seducers

mangoes are worse than adam’s apple

mangoes are what parents & parliaments warn against

mangoes like making rude noises


mangoes are not cigarettes

mangoes are greedy delicious tongue-teasers

mangoes are violently soft

mangoes are fibrous intestinal love-bites

mangoes like beginning once again


mangoes are not cigarettes

mangoes are tangible sensual intelligence

mangoes are debauched anti-socialites

mangoes are positive good in the world

mangoes like poetry


Richard Tipping



I don’t see very well.

The world is but a blurry image of itself,

The hazy colours merged with the background,

At a distance bodies and faces appear

but lacking their features.


Unlike a dream

where one forgets the milieu

and transcends the characters,

I remember the coloured backdrops

and each of the faces, blurred.


Only when someone comes closer,

do I see a face.

Your face that reflects mine

and it makes me smile.


And aside this

I don’t see very well.


A tear and a smile by Khalil Gibran

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life’s secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun’s kiss.

The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.

And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.

To the ocean of Love and Beauty-to God.

– Khalil Gibran

Aaj ek din, adhura sa…

Subah jaaga un kayee khwabon ke saath jo ab yaad nahi
Maa ke saath kal ki bachi huee hasee
Aur kal ka na khaya hua nashta bhi

Bahar sadak naampte hue do log
Kuchh anchaha bechne wale
Muft mein bantta paani bhi

Ek aakhri aarzoo kari, toh ashq tapka
Maano aankh ki raah dil se aaya ho koi

Ek adhjali ladki beech raah
Saath le aai apna poora parivar
Aur ilaaj ke kuchh paise bhi

Madad karte log aur
andekha karne waale bhi

Balle se chot khayi ek gend
Meri aur daudti aayi si

Taash ki ik baazi
Haari hui si

Adh baitha adh leta likhta koi
Intezaar karta din poora hone ka