Nostalgia

On a rainy drench day
I thought of lost time
When language was proper
Abuse worst crime
Money was secondary
Ethics were Prime

Rebels were martyrs
Thoughts had a home
Divine cried over a
lost genius’ tome

Verses were heard
Words carried weight
Philosophical pondering
and humanity’s fate

Music grand masters
Songs sung in soul
Days, many hours
Nirvana achievable goal

Was this all real
or mirage, imagination
Life was much simpler?
mind’s insinuation

Return to the mundane
daily death routine
Passing through passages
Million times seen

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Chameleon

Sky, are you blue, is that true?
Depends, says my good old friend
If you are angry and I agree
I could be red with many dead
Don’t be so mad, making me sad
what happens next
I could be pink, in shame I sink
errors of judgement, I blush and blink
Violet the new colour, becomes this blue
Confused without clue
When you are not around
Nowhere to be found
Unable to hear your sound
I get grey, my clouds in tears
Sapiens destroy sister earth
Scared for her, million fears
I am white, the bright knight
cleaning smog, jealousy, spite
I am dark and black, come soon
Light me up, make me laugh
my funny cousin moon
When the king sun arrives
as court jester in space
I spray colours filling my face
to keep him amused, I hope he stays
That’s the story I could tell today
plenty more still, come another day

 

Sorceress

Magic, black and white

and shades of grey

Victims pray

with no avail

hearts set to sail

to unknown destinations,

to be lost forever

been seen never

ever again

Sighs on Spanish Steps

say something
anything,
many things
are not said
when passions are high
let sighs, speak
and we listen
to symphony of love

Reflection

memories longing forgiveness

when nothing could be done

to undo, relive past

why time and tide

ebbs, flows fast

leaving no moment

to reflect, adjust, adapt

errors of judgement,

random acts of subterfuge,

insensitive words deluge,

destroy what is near, dear

to the heart and soul

nothing remains untouched, whole

only too much time to reflect

your loneliness

River of warm tears

tears run for eons,
a river is born
immerse, go deep
find the dark end
where poor heart weeps
thousand piercing
knives’ sharp feel
a kind kiss would heal
kneel and kneel
in presence of Devine
beg for redemption
And let it define
your freedom

Life in slow motion

that wait
for the moment
you hate
waving good byes
to a dearest one
on a train
on a bus
on a plane
to an expedition insane
knowing too well
deep inside
your heart
it will be in wane
nothing could be found
in stranger alien lands
it is here, around
waiting to be found
A moment after
the loneliness
bloody loneliness,
fundamental only-ness
Silence
Shhhhhhhh
Nothing
Not a sound
pin drop silence
home, full of ghosts
grizzly hosts
and
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
from forsaken clock
which never stops
reminding you of sold time
for a penny, a dime
and bum bum
bum bum
bum bum
rhythmic
tears drenched
heart’s crazy hum
sobbing
salty water dropping
dripped in memories
laughter, kisses, hugs
conflicts, frowns,
goose bumps
heart aches,
blood clots, lumps
and a silent you
please cruel moment
pass through
and let the inane
mundane
life recommence