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
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
dark and deep
where souls weep
pierced hearts seep
night has made
an abyss leap
red fog creeps
stumps creek
birds screech
paths preach
satanic speech
headless leech
sucks black blood
body drop thud
green gory mud
last words written
vampire bitten
hell’s smitten
final deep sigh
all alone I
left here to die
The night will pass,
appreciating each other’s
niceties, without telling
what our hearts
desire to say, relay
gratitude and affection
poetic satisfaction
deep reflection
Perhaps shallow
Mind mellows
I stop, recount
dismount passion
humble creation
and you
Heart descends
Deeper and deeper
reaching nadir, end of abyss
Searches for your smell
Nothing around, just silence of solitude
and a faint heart beat,
a rhythmic drum
Beating you, you, you
can you hear, my silent screams
find me, bind me, slit my wrist
Blood gushing through
Calling only you
Return I beg
before death is due
Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything 