Midnight
Last night
No one around
Staircase tells the tale
How they have become alive
and devour humans in their sleep
What have they done to you steps
I asked with a heavy heart, screaming soul
Our brethren they have killed, our bodies they stole
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Depth
Deep, shallow,
who is to decide
is poetry deep
just ostentatious
mind peeps
showing off ability
to word juggle
when others struggle
Idle walk
people talk
assumed shallow
totally hollow
what if it is about wellbeing
of a loved one
finding solutions
someone’s pains
Life’s stains
crave for some
one or thing
Infatuation real shallow
Love oh so deep
Pure hunger, banal
connoisseur taste, steep
Inconsistency, hypocrisy
That is all to keep
Rest is just shallow
Sure
Greetings
I am nearly dearly here
Another beautiful day
Another amazing morn
Sapiens will wake up
New ideas will be born
Trees, flowers, orchids
Gardens will be adorned
Just for a moment
When you have one
Think life without me
Tell me what you see
winter, spring, summer or fall
morning run or evening ball,
flower beds, trees so tall,
bird tweets and cockerel call,
Nothing?…you say nothing at all
Surrounded
Protector
Castaway
Miles across,
no soul around
Crying and screaming
No way could be found
Ocean keep talking
Waves making sound
Language not certain
Message was clear
You will never see again
Whatever you hold dear
Hallucinations frequent
Mirages abound to bear
Insanity on a stick
Same on front and rear
Steer and steer
Life’s boat, till the end