Tuesday, April 28, 2009

The Wish

Nocturnal leaf-fall - an angel's footfalls;
descending the steps from heaven
awoke the eye to scavenge the sky
for a meteor - an omen.

No meteor is there and the wish is withheld
for the sky as ever is leaden.
A wistful beast weeps inside a wise man
while another sleeps in a maiden.

Monday, April 20, 2009

A Thousand Mirrors

Prologue:

Anger- a nightmare with an empty manger,
Hungered by tears & shouts in solitude,
Gallops out as ego’s avenger,
Leaving behind a hateful legacy-
Reason & sanity, blind & mute,
Wallowing dazed in the mud.
A remorseful soul rapt by her beauty,
And recollections stained in blood.

Of a man faced by a thousand mirrors:

Demons rise from deep down underneath,
Hiding me from a world I hate.
I don’t have a heart of lies to unsheathe,
Just a masquerade to forget,
The causes I stand for,
For the world are make-believe.
So I come back to this world,
For a stroll alone in the streets,
And a smoke in the cold evening.
I find myself in the faces I meet,
Hate bred behind every wrinkle and brow,
Honed emotions, destined footsteps,
Anxious all the same, except of a few,
Living in a memory, or under self-stricken madness.
Youth wasted in getting grocery in time.
To stand apart from the crowd,
Beauty lost and the ugly mimed,
Swinging to drab tunes under a shroud,
Of trends set by a hierarchy of puppeteers.
Well-bred men eager to join a futile rat race,
Ill fed mothers forget to wipe the child’s tears.
From boyhood to manhood curses showered,
Towards walls, that ricochet off to nowhere.
Before these very walls, shadows douse sanity by joints,
Turning their backs on the world I hate.
Into a lake of hope lovers toss coins,
Moths flutter into their flickering fate,
Mannequins stand self-absorbed unaware,
Of a man faced by a thousand mirrors.

Epilogue:

My sky weeps in hateful remorse,
moths seek shelter in death alight.
Seduced by mannequins along the course
of my journey through another night.
A shrill wind through my veins,
and eyes red not from tears,
holding onto time's reins,
I ride to resurrect yesteryears.