Trinity's Art



Waves, n the sunny seas
oh yeah, they call to me
come join us in our joy
In the brace of our saline tongues

You’ll play
I run towards the waters jump in the bue-green liquid
the planktons hidden
they stare at me
As I splash in the water
the water splashes up
Like a cover around me

I stand up again
as the waters too cold
The waves they start to come
The first ones like a rocket
coming zooming to me
But as it comes in front of me
it breaks down

and all I get is a ripple
Then there’s the second one
coming like a horse
This one strikes
and the water blasts around my body
Now they have begun

The other waves start coming
I get a lashing like as if its a fun whip
Striking like an arrow
Three waves hit me like that
Boom!Boom and Boom again!!!!

The salines in my nose
There’s that salty foam everywhere
I sit down for break
But what the heck
There’s another
Coming straight to me with force

This ones hits my back hard
My insides shaking like balloons
But in that whack there is a certain joy
and the waves, they keep coming
Treacherously from all sides
sometimes from the left
Then from the right
or just making their own road of splash

I revel in the sea
In the treachery of glee
The waves swinging me around
me going round and round and round

The sun shines on my salted hair
as I move towards the sands
Sitting on the wet beach mud
I see a hermit crab passing by
My tight bones have cracked open
and the sea has relieved my back

Looking back at the sea
I see the waves- a – jumping
I see the merry they make
and I rush to join them again

Trinity Lobo

   Muscles he wanted

   Day and night

   To the gym he went

   For greater calves and thighs


   Pumping Iron

   And fleshing biceps

   He wanted to be the best

   Rhyming dumb-bells

   And lifting weights


   He wanted to conquer

   The taller gates

   And hike longer trails


   Time goes by,

   Muscles grow like balls

   Success beckons

   Then Hollywood gives a call


   Years of patience pay off

   Success grows grand

   Movies expand his glory

   Money starts to roll in

   And the amounts that show up

   Make your head spin


   Money is a fountain

   That still flows like a shower

   on him

   Got all the happiness in the world

   And the satisfaction of achieving his goals

   Who is  this, to know I,m eager

   None other than Arnold Schwarznegger

The Clown

He laughs and he claps

And in a moment he snaps

In the circus he plays

With the poodles and blades

In whatever he finds

There’s a humor behind

Rewarded in claps

And awarded in cheers

Bringing a lot of sunshine

In the human river of tears

Ain’t nothing wrong with this clown

His head is not turned around

Red tops and Lipstick

And his amazing getup

He shines in his smiles

Along the artists he riles

The circus is in town

No Pennywise or Arthur Flek

Just our Jolly good clown

 One Paradise to Another


Missed the Ferry yeah

On the road to Bombay

Disappointed I was,

I’d say


Now I walked back

What to do, I wondered

Walked to the bus stop nearby

Got into the bus and took my seat


Wasn’t feeling good

As the bus was a dump

Missed the blue skies I would see

And the huge ships sailing

Gulls flying around the ship


Now sitting in the bus

I wondered what would happen,

A dull mundane journey

That’s what it would be


The bus began with smoke and dust

And the noises comin’ from

hinges and rust

Starting with the creaks and clanks

The journey began

As the bus started its movement


The journey began

The bus started to travel the land

Houses and buildings I started to see

Tourist buildings made for

breakfast and stay


As the bus moved

Out of the buildings

The road began to open

And I sat there

My eyes …… dozing

I fell asleep……

Felt like a flashlight

It woke me up

I looked around

It was the sun

Rubbing my eyes

For a better view

What I saw amazed me through


Beautiful fields of green grass

And in between were fields of rice

Farmers cutting the rice crop

Harvesting it from the water-filled soil


Such fine senery

Such beautiful greenery

As the bus passed through

The green haven and slies of blue


My sight was fine

 I could never imagine the joy

I felt as the winds blew in my face

I had missed one paradise

Only to gain another.

The Sniper

The desert winds blow

With sand grains and microstones

The stone houses

They stand amidst the sands

The heat shoots up

In the city

Not by the sun

But by guns and missiles of the

Bomber planes fall

The heat was a furnace and the

 sniper sweated salts

His helmet on his head was his own relief

And a bottle of mineral water.

His eyes stayed on the lens

Waiting for his target

All day, he was waiting

From the heat to the time of dusk

He was waiting ready for the shot.

The town was occasionally filled with people

Today was not the day

Few people sat on the street

Others wandered away

The night would soon set in

Though it was still daylight

And our sniper waited for the man

To come in sight

Nothing seen on the horizon, but searing

Heat and distorting images

All of a sudden

From out of nowhere

A black figure shone

From the base of the house

It just popped up high

The Sniper put his finger on the trigger

Aiming for the target

He let it rip

The figure was down in a minute

It lay flat on the ground

Dead, and still as stone

Like a split coconut

Mean terrorist, that’s what he was

Using that brain to kill and plan,

For the bombing of non- Muslim lands

Now the blood of his head

Like thick sauce, was sprayed on the floor

The snipers job was over,

A head claimed for  the day

And as the terrorists family mourned

To the American base,

The sniper walked his way.


          The rowing man

The rowing man He rows

Through sun, and wind

And hard – drop rain

From the cove he starts,

Fish, prawns and auto-parts

the island is where he starts

Ferrying across is an art

His skin tans in sun

and  in his basket

melt the buns

Never being paid in full

As the product is always


But still he goes on

Day and night

And then beginning

from twilight

he rows across the sea

and the salts eat at his feet

but  finally he makes to port

and has to ferry back a goat

As the night begins to fall

With love and food he goes

To feed his family

And finally to bed he crawls

——— Trinity Lobo

                                     The Portuguese Pigeon

 The Portuguese Pigeons

 They squat on the pavements

 Circles they keep goin around in

Wonder how the do so ?

But they never fly

And they just stick to the ground

And take their lovely circles

Round and round they go

A lot of shit around

But for them , life is sound

And their lives gel with the earth

But you are a bird,

A bird with wings

The treasure of your existence

Spread your wings

Go Fly away

For wings are to fly

And not be closed deep within

For flights leads to new places

And the birth of new eyes

So don’t stay down, bugger

Like a plane

Conquer the Skies!!!

—- Trinity Lobo

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