Travel travails

Go fly, in the red sky

end of journey

someone is waiting

to give you flowers

happiness and powers

to change all what is

around us, thus

don’t wait, don’t be late

it is your calling, risk of falling

who cares, destiny dares

grab and go, never show

weakness in the hour of need

thousand minds to feed

inspiration, elation, relation

to love, life, and leaving

as whatever we see here

is fickle, dime and nickel

tease and tickle, compared

to what is waiting,

on the other side, so ride

cross red tide, burning sun

reach limits of the sky, fly

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In the tunnel again

After a long time

I entered that tunnel again

Memories are not very kind

Squishing you under their boots

Planted thousand trees without fruit

And my heart was the cheap loot

Was trampled on, crushed uncountable times

Till there was satisfaction, clock chimes

Thirteen and fifth quarter of the hour

Tears replaced water in the shower

Guards ready to fatally shoot from the tower

When I escape emotions prison

with million justifiable reasons

still considered life ending treason

I am forced to enter that tunnel again

And I cry uncontrollably on the first step

No one to console, just me and darkness

lack of colours, mind’s starkness

and ignoring, unobserving, faceless passerby

Unable to lie, to myself or any of you

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Nature grills sapiens
pertinent requisitions
piercing inquisitions
Humanity ignores
convenience sake
No physical pain felt
No catastrophe of worthy dealt
Till now, till now
Waiting for Armageddon
Setting up earthly Eden
with wasted precious source
created in toxic chimneys
poison gathered
being scattered,
land reclaimed,
new destinations proclaimed
Why run to ruins,
what for, blame who
Unanswered, ignored
look the other way
waiting for
an unscheduled
judgement day

Colour of your eyes

Scene never changes

Perhaps ever so slightly

Weather does, mostly

It could be hot or cold

Clouds, sun behold

Snow just scolds

Torrential rain, be bold

Step outside and sing

Whatever the day brings

Never pay attention

to custom and convention

Take down barriers

Returns all couriers

with bland, bad news

Sadness you can refuse

Put happiness in shot fuse

rejoice, entice

all around you,

Love, laughter to bind you

together, forever in a merriment chain

so what, if today is terrible rain

Sun will eventually come out

Smiles will eventually return

People will ultimately have fun

Demons will actually run

away, far, beyond north star

And finally, just on the last day

before judgment is upon us

I can see colour of your eyes

Deep blue, showing pure, true

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Thinking through a night

Should I be worried

for things beyond reach

destiny, night beseech

my desire to excel

Calm down says life

if glory doesn’t dwell

in street beside your shack

passion there is no lack

confidence in a big sack

competence rack after rack

just lady, daddy luck amiss

for the better or worse

times are mighty terse

night’s last verse

never lose heart,

around the corner

a brand new start

keep singing, clinging

to hope, fate needs a moment

before it will torment

Keeping a guessing game

like the most beautiful dame

put thousands on a hook

never giving it away

you will most certainly

have your day

Never wonder, it will not matter

never leave dreams in tatters

they will become true

just near dawn, clearing hue

stay the course, unending walk

will result in a destination

not to be missed, fate hissed,

keep your eyes open

 

Steps

One by one,

back aching,

age making,

every inch a furlong

lasting for how long

before every beat, any song, 

let’s stop walking,

and witness million hurried steps,

forgetting their time to come

one by one, back aching,

age making, every inch….

and so on, long after you,

you and I are gone

An evening come to pass

Journey through

time, space

evening is dawning

day is yawning

close those eyes

break the spell

that beautiful smell

keeps broken hearts

enchanted, mesmerised

without realisation

of their state

Night finally fell;

hearts stop, waste

space, and time

in no particular haste

decaying dying taste