alive

A Bumpy road, Winter winds to blow the soul, Two people they rode, With no direction, no goal. Mustard fields whistled past the road-sides, Yellow’d in harvest, Glittering in gold, in the light of the dying sun. Black Curtains, soft-kill the light Flocks of bird flee past the skies, that bleed now a blue Flying… Continue reading alive

a strange kind of homecoming

the days of nights are over days curtained by nighteous darkness eyes half closed half open unwilling to see the world in this misery the days of nights are over everything seemed dark And indifferent not a soul could affect me for death was already in me the nights of indifference are over the fog… Continue reading a strange kind of homecoming

Flee, I shall but where to?

Flee, From this land of Death and ordeal From this land of deceit and falsehood, Flee, to be free. As primitive as can be, Nothing has changed not since the days of primeval man, We’re all, but primordial beasts, Hungered by the chains of power. Flee, I shall, But where? To a world where there… Continue reading Flee, I shall but where to?

A world of closed minds and open eyes.

Have you ever seen the sun through dumb windows? These windows, They play in sombre notes Even the loudest tones. These windows, they cease from speaking of what is outside. Dumb windows that colour everything in black, The blue of the sky, A neighbour passing by, Fading sounds of a righteous man's cry All coloured… Continue reading A world of closed minds and open eyes.

Rail-roads and rail-tales.

Just at the train station , Subtle lights half-glowing in orange The sounds of a train that flashed by me Played like echoed haunts  from yesterday. Train after train went by me Sounds, that echoed just the same, But never quite the same. I wandered at the train station for a long time after, Still… Continue reading Rail-roads and rail-tales.