When the earth trembles in fury
many buildings are shifted, causing agony
as their walls cracked and crumbled,
burying many lives under the rubble.

The tragedy leaves great cities in ruins
people staring at them in utter disbelief
some are crying loudly, kneeling
others rendered speechless, hearts breaking

they gather together, sharing grief
unable to find words to relief
their troubled hearts and worries
their souls denied of peace.

aging in silence
a dusty old thought,
lost and forgotten,
resurfaces
for a brief
session of peek-a-boo

mysterious as youth
small as a sparkle
yet, echoing through
the quiescence of reflection;
boisterous as a precocious child

'tis but a trifle!

but in this enchanting moment,
beheld, once again,
as a gem of epiphanic vitality.

porpoise winds
like a water rich bank
breaking

the arc full of shinning
vision
meaning
in the crash
to the liquid embrace

the engines idling
the bank wide
horizon endless
blue deep
beneath the roll
at our feet

the shadow caste
is thin but long
in ancient rite's
masonic song

the idol wards off
Ra's good light
in confirmation
of the night

villagers
in sun below
bail the harvest
export to go

TIME TRAVEL
They, meaning
WE humans, collectively
Finally reached the comet
a decade of flying in space
what precision mind can trace
okay lace

do let me know
which GOD!
helped them
in this race

If silence is gold
then GOD
too has become old

move along with times
pray
scientifically
if one still may

Lying restlessly on my bed,
the entangled thoughts in my head
is the dragon I can't seem to slay.
Its holding my beauty sleep at bay.

The hours are leaving me behind
I'm tired but peace eludes my mind
so I drag my feet to the balcony,
seeking peace from this night's scenery

As a gentle breeze teases my hair,
I raise my chin, enjoying the cool air.
The mistress moon and clustered stars
set me thinking of friends afar.

a medical team in cahoots
with systems tugging at the routes
an arm flailing where
he had just kicked a chair
now they're ready to unlace his boots

Poet
consider the words
consider the aftermath
of your pen
mightier than the sword
consider the arrow and the bow,
pull back your line
and aim straight
for the heart.

Let nothing stand in their way.