The wails of the child Ripping the night Otherwise sheathed in darkness, the travails and secrets Of bodies, half covered Stomach, half filled Will, half drained Life without meaning Agents of sin on the prowl to prey on the newly subjugated in exchange for promises The real Buddha, Jesus, Mohammed, Krishna swallowed by the gameContinue reading “METROPOLIS”
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Pain One (A suicidal insight)
The night with its ember studded stars shows but not reveals the baggage alongside. Filled with remorse I have come to drop it offshore The ebbing seas dragging to come in Holding but the sand lets loose and there it goes to come again to claw the smithereens but the sand slippery more than beforeContinue reading “Pain One (A suicidal insight)”
TALK TO ME
The window tells a tale The sill with broken vases of flowers that forgot blooming Glasses pale with dust no more show the sun through The walls around pane washed with fungus turned colours to green and black And as the gent comes across and sees me down through his window old as much asContinue reading “TALK TO ME”
Agony in wait
They wait in anticipation As the blue sky turns grey May this won’t pass As they kneel and pray Must some one heard them And the sky began to play Drums that sparked lights Across the tiller’s humble land These are times to rejoice For every drop of sweat Mingled with soil will now bearContinue reading “Agony in wait”
The portrait of a young man as …
I keep walking Unheeding the cobbles The worn soles of aspirations Bitten by heat and pebbles Anxious forehead says Unaware as all see Sweating brow and fear in me My worn shoes That loss of glitter From the black leather Soiled shirts on crinkled trousers I hide from them My being in disarray A feignedContinue reading “The portrait of a young man as …”
Miscellaneous Man
Spotlight Please I ain’t no a superman Can’t move mountains at will Can’t fight till last breath Can raise my self after fall But can’t when pushed down Dogmatic society Calls me the miscellaneous man I ain’t no a he-man I am strong but can’t break rules Mighty in my anger to ward off bulliesContinue reading “Miscellaneous Man”
UNTITLED PATHOS
It was warm and cold It rained on hot summer night Raising dust which had made home Now making way as water flows What I knew, I only knew till then As my mind conjured a theory in red As he lay half under street light An angel or devil incarnate with steely eyes SeemedContinue reading “UNTITLED PATHOS”