Poem 54#

Why do we scream in silence

But stay mum during turbulent days,

Smile during thunders,

But cry alongside those rains,

Why do we lock everything up in our concrete jail,

But wish to be free from our own chains,

Why do we run away,

From our shadow and that blurry face

From those violent winds and those unsettled waves,

But in our gloomy world, we often stay?

Poem 50#

She remembers crying late that night
Praying for dad, searching for him among the gloomy skies.
Her mother handling her a tiny gas lamp,
Empty it felt, weak it was, to survive the night.

Yet she waited for him silently,
Her stomach beseeched her dad,
He had promised her, they’d both eat dinner together,
Then he’d read the Princess and the knight.

She protected that perishing light,
Kept praying to the God unknown,
With weak words and trembling hands.
Just please let daddy be all right’.

And oh, he was all right,
he bought the frigid winds alongside,
Entered abode and gusted in,

Her dying light, fell right into her sight.

But did he care?

She asks herself the same thing, every night.

Poem 47#

I end up sitting by my window grill tonight,
Listening to the silence of the night.
The owls trill and warble a sad melody.
I look over my own shoulders,
Down my hand, they wish to hold the droplets that fall,
Alas, my loose wrist fail to hold them, they all fall to the timid ground.

I stare at my own shadow,
Rusting under the neon moon light
Feel the melancholy of the glum leaves,
They persuade me that they are free.
Yet fear the loathe of the rusty wind.

The unattended concrete road, shines under the street light,
Yellow gold, lit like the sun,
Yet no one lurks around this street.
Apart from the unruly dogs,
That break into a furious gallop to chase the ghosts and the cars.
The clock by the wall,tells me to hasten my pace,
For it’s almost midnight now.
Every normal being must be asleep,

With cold feet I reach my bed,
I lie awake where darkness lurks.
The monster under my bed,
Sleeps soundly, as though hypnotized.
But leaves me alone,

As it opens,

The Pandora box tonight.

Random musing.

I often saw the sun shine, in your bright eyes,

The moon glow, in that radiant smile,

But today I saw,

The sun set, in your dull eyes,

And the moon, echoed the beginning of twilight with that sham smile.

Poem 42#

There is silence around,

But no serenity,

A distant dim light,

Yet darkness surrounds

A torn piece of paper,

Empty and spare,

I wish to write something,

But all I do is stare.

I look out of the window,

To search for ideas, new,

But all I see is the cold moon,

And stars, few.

I see the bare tree, with dried leaves,

It looks too broken, too feeble to me,

Even under the cold moon night,

Where the brash wind sings it’s old chronicle tonight,

The desolate tree, doesn’t sway, nor look pleased,

It stands alone, freezed.

As though mourning the death of its precious leaves.

The crickets then start chirping a chaotic song,

Although irksome, I finally find the reason to sleep.

Musing (1)

The happiness in your life is like,

The afternoon shadow.

Short yet beautiful.

You wish it’d last longer, but it can’t.

But the pain,

Is like your gloomy shadow at night,

You know it’s a part of you,

How much ever you try to run away from it,

It’ll always be there by your side.