Anil Soneji

Kowloon, Hong Kong

I have been writing poetry since my late teens. I am a fashion designer and am leaving for France to do a diploma program. I have already obtained a diploma from Hong King and high diploma from India. I'm also doing a bachelor's degree and have applied for a master's degree. I am an active member of the Fellow Society of Professional Designers in Australia. I love to enjoy life by roaming around in my Ferrari. My poetry has been published by The National Library Poetry. At present, in my life, I love to study more and more because I believe what my late Indian philosopher Swami Vekanand said, "Education is a must for our modern society."

Sampson

He waddles up and down the grass,
He chases the people who dare to pass,
He guards Delilah like a wife,
He uses his beak instead of a knife,
He's all in white,
Except his beak,
and he has big funny, webbed feet,
He has a shine,
For the teachers stocking,
He chases all the women,
He really is shocking!
This is the duck,
That leaves the muck,
But his kindness you'll win,
With a tickle under the chin.

Diaspora Women

Like curbside urchins, litter strewn
Beneath bridges and Tramways of Wanchai
Tribal encampments of Filipino women
Potlatch "Valentine Romances", Religious
blather and soft secrets,
Played out each homeless Hong Kong Sunday.

Across from the Ritz Carlton
They share their Eucharist
In plastic boxes with plastic spoons.
Six days of scullery work and breaking bread
Reward them a seventh of sad freedom.

Jean-fondled hips caressing fingers
Holding hands with lovers gone
They learn to live without them now,
While jostling at washroom doors
To preen for absent male stares

Chater street womanhood marooned by contracts
And brief-cased bullies trample them underground.
Yet these bright colours a-jumble on dead Sunday streets
Are like posters ripped off walls and forgotten.

Untitled

Nothing is ever meant to be
I appreciated you shared a year with me
Coloured my life with smile and laughter
Took for granted I thought it would last forever

Nothing is ever meant to be
Left behind in darkness and misery
Filled with disappointed tears
Too smart I thought pain would last forever

Nothing is ever meant to be
Joy and sorrow are just episodes of memory
Too much to worry
Mature enough to know nothing would last forever

Nothing is ever meant to be
Reality announced tales are never fairy
Poisoned by hearing "Live Happily Ever"
Believing, something would last forever