FINAL CUT

Warm blood gushing on white foam!

The blade finally cuts through!

Thinned out red

Dancing and merging

Round and round

Circling the unplugged drain

The heretic says!

A bath too long in this tub of life

Oh!  Is it time to pull the plug?  

RAINBOW OF HOPE

The rain drops still trickle and fall

The grass and trees are brighter green

Across the stone wall of this ancient fort

Arching into the empty blueness of the sky

The Rainbow is ever so faint

Deep within!

A mind sighs!

Oh! Is this the illusion of Hope?

GRIM FACE

Grimace of a face

Growling and scowling

Obnoxious with vice!

Disgruntled; disgraceful!

The heretic says!

Oh! Dirty mind

Why hide behind this tarry mask? 

BIRD-LESS WRITHINGS

The bird of the past has flown

The bird of the future is an illusion

Alone now!

No bird in hand

No bird in the sky

Feeding on my rotting heart

The worms within writhe! 

CHOCKING DESCENT

The door of the elevator closes shut

The darkness of the soul and the dingy cabin

Both descend!

As the floors pass by!

 One by one! One by one!

 Breathing the musty encroaching air

A heavy thought descends upon me

Descends upon me and chokes!

A gruff voice within, asks me in my ear?

Tell me you fool!

Why are you still you alive? 

A POEM GONE

A blank paper swaying the breeze

On me, you wrote poetry

You gave me meaning

You gave me life

But rain came!

And life changed!

Now washed away in the downpour

Soaked in a puddle

Ink blotched up; words gone

Once paper; now wet and torn

Tell me my dear!

Where did our poem go? 

DANCING RIPPLES

Two ripples in a pond

By this pebble!

Formed by chance!

Together now in this  moment

Resonating in one another!

Hastened by transience!

Entwined by the presence!

Weaving patterns that readily vanish

Joyful as long as our time lasts  

Tell me my dear

Why don’t we smile and dance? 

SUDDEN STRIKE

The winds plays havoc 

The trees sway in violence

Leaves and branches lie scattered

The rain pours!

Thunder roars!

Un-targeted and unplanned

Lightning suddenly strikes!

Standing alone on a rocky peak

A mind within wonders

Oh! When will it strike my vulnerable heart? 

GREEN IS THE COLOR

Lazing clouds embrace the hills

The morning drizzle!

The cool monsoon breeze!

 Left over from the nights down pour

Full up puddles!

Now blue with the clearing sky  

 Trees and lawns; fields and the hills     

  

Green is the colour!

Green is the colour of life!

Happiness resides!

Peace flows!

Oh! How blissful is this beauty of life! 

STILL POURING

The rain has stopped now

Grass here is greener

Birds chirp away

Flowers blossom

Deep inside my moistened heart

Tell me dear

Why is it still pouring?