trailing the stars of dawn
from an endless moonlight
sleets drooping a prance
of solitary ascendance

frost blizzard radiance
of the glaze, fall mists
strewn crinkled micro flies
heir of early waters, studious twinge

quenched solace to abide
the saddest renewal elegy
dew grays of hallucinogen
glistening, the nights chest

glittering hoarse, the soul
a hidden water, spilling
most lonely, silken light
virtuoso scents of blitz winds

What’s wrong with you?
why must you not
participate

Are you feeling depressed?
here, swallow this compacted pill
of bite-sized ignorance
to send those feelings,
Away

We’ll label you
with bright white stickers
plastered to your forehead
stained with permanent ink
from the moment you were born (with innocence non-the-less)

ovid worlds
like rain
repelled
the karmic ashphalt
steam rise song
Summers heat
diesel thong

Ruin of dust on truck
tracks
sporadic freights
on rails long
the heavy tools
rucksack

Kalash
and twenty pounds
mud huts
dogs kids and cooking
moms
mens murmured voices
rising above the phone
wires and hydro din
jets with shark fins
rocket hiss of drones
we die we live
no choice
just pray
no bombs

...

And where is GOD?

The only thing impossible is
one can't find God
FAITH
we must still have

there must be a power
beyond the beyond
some day scientists will
fetch HIM/HER

from eternity to eternity
but you and I will not be!

it
this one way street
ran
Full of scraps
and televisions
shopping carts
ditches like the
entrance
to Hell

Smelled like sour
milk and happiness
for the sun shone
in and stole
the dour
raised flowers
like exclamatory Shouts!

The beast registered tagged
stickers of safety was ready
for flight
His boredom princess
with Rapunzel Zeal
Rumplestilskin behind the
wheel

from a cross flash, of the shepherds star
in the luminous parchments, high skies
burning diamonds from a reef of starlings
how many, how many trees must bow

rippled from the sway , of gusts
branches from the wingspread , blue bleached black
aridness that tremble to residues of immortality
shaking the fortified treehouse and forte

hanging by the darkness, thread to morn
springs to rocks,fogs of stone slithers
not more like when these arrived , on hawthorns
atop the flowers- glossaries diocese to constellations

How I wish for my words to flow like silent hills
gushing over valleys and down into open ears
like the sweet hum of the morning light

To cast beauty over this blank canvas
as the light throws beauty over the horizon
in crimson colours of auburn, pink and red

You sit and you wonder about the times that could’ve been
about moments you might have missed
like grains of sand cascading through an oaken hourglass

Imagine if one day a mountebank shows up
Carrying a rather conspicuous portmanteau
He decides to set up shop in the square
Wearing a smile and some knick-knacks too
He amazes the crowds with his wild tales
Of adventure and travels to far off places
He says he a captain of a ship with black sails
And the crowd laps it up with awe-struck faces

In the album of my life
memories of us
will continue to sparkle,
the precious gem
of yesterday.

Through the hard times,
you at my side,
guiding me with
unyielding patience.
You're a fountain
for a thirsty lost soul
in need of guidance.

The springtime of youth
that we shared,
our silly quarrels
and our make peace,
messing with your hair
laughing and dancing,
vivid images in my mind