Your eyes give more than what you would want to let out.
Sitting on the sidewalk
Delving in some muddy thoughts
A quiver of shiver sat down my spine
Realizing one of the denial tides.
The moon was full
The chirping went dead
The only sound was
The swooshing of the windy bell;
It reeked of red intentions
And purple wickedness
Of none but someone
Who was waiting to dispel!
Last night, the door Creaked of your broken promises, False hopes and your insincere words As it did- I whined with tears flowing inconsolably Wrestling with those noises Pining for your presence. Fighting one-sided, I gave up reluctantly. This door- thick oaken panel Stood by me in the storms of revulsions Quite unlike you- but- As tough as you!
🌄Take me someplace quaint
with cobbled steps and high walls,
green patches against the blue sheet.
Perhaps, to that far off hill
Just you and I
Like two birds rejoicing the song of life.
A thatched roof- our own cottage
Away from the bustle of city life;
Cornered by nature and the rich ravine.
Sun will shine the day, moon- the night
I’ll rear a herd of goats
In the pallor of the dying sky.
But, unsettled I get
When I look deep in your eyes
You, darling, have city hopes
And here it is I wish to die.
Sitting by the shore
On the edged jetties
Trailing through the fingers
Those cusps of clouds
With eyes shut, paused thoughts
Breathing all of nature in me.
Gathering the voices of wings,
Savoring the music of the lonely wind
Here I sit, not to go
But to make this call my rescue abode.
Let not your creation be the thoughts you keep running from.
Rappelling down to the vortex of thoughts
I could hear my voices echo
Some teeming with urgency
While some, lying in angst
At the corner of the damp pillow.
I wished to swipe them out
But alas! “Your creation”, they exclaimed
My brazen thoughts and those voices
Work but in tandem
And I’m the only one to be blamed.
Mountain peaks shrouded by snow
Forest untouched, giving way to echo
River reeks magic into the world
Man resides in the lap of nature.
Bountiful it seem to the needs of man
Who does nothing but defiles the land
Ripping apart green and embracing the soot
Soiling the pristine sea to contend his mood.
There! There! The animals cry
Look around, as they continue to die
To satiate the humankind indulgence
Of his myriad urges of a grand life.
Sit back and think awhile
For nature too has a threshold line.