RUNNING AMOK

Another day

In a life full of grey

A shadow

Of an existence

Have I become!

Colder and older

Pointless and petty

Wretched and wronged

Oh! What have i become

Is this just a passing phase

Or is it  just one of those days

Fueled by futile fury

With rage without reason

And direction-less anger

                      

With vicious verbs and violent vocabulary

Spreading the seeds of dreadful hate

Oh foolish mind!

As you run amok aimlessly!

Don’t you think it’s time to stop? 

EMPTY HULL ACROSS THE RIVER

The lonesome boat has crossed the swelling river

But no soul has left its deck

The craving, the seeking; the futile frustration

 The thoughtless waves and rising ripples  

Still pointlessly rock within this empty hull!