The Absurd

There has never been a time

More desperate more afraid

Hollow, threaded of all its skin and bones

Naked, dark, mystifying

Cold, cruel, stark and bare

The world out there

Strikes more odd with each passing day

The chores the daily grind

No longer entices

But the heart aches

For more, for something beyond

The cries of all the souls

Deep beneath, hidden far far inside

The scream, the roar, the silence

True horror in the face of nothing

For all this chaos, an answer

Out of nowhere, ohh, but a far stretch

Mull over and over again

For the leftover days and nights

And see for yourself

For out there and far within

Are both but dark and dull

Cry out for one last time

And you may, just may, have your say

Longing

With every passing moment

The fear marches on

The chains shackle

Lips go dry and the cries stark

Dried eyes and dusky brow

A droplet of water

Too much of a longing

The ache the yearn and in a moment

None left, all done and dusted

The bare voiceless yawp

For no use

Filth and rage, far too much

No more, ohh god, no more

Defend yourself now

Against what may come

And for all you have got

Is yourself and none more

Two Things

Two things!

As I can see

There are but only two things

I could stop

I could not

Shall I choose?

What for?

Who knows?

Where would it lead me?

If I stop?

Who would walk the distance?

That which leads to what has yet not been known

Why shall I, perhaps?

What shall it bring me?

For I could stop just as well

And may not regret

And what though

Even if I may

I know not of what to do

Precisely even what I could

Rather what I should?

Two things, too much of a burden

Lay the bet, play your card

Two things, what more can it be?

What less even? Just two

As I can see

There are but only two things

Shall I choose?

Poetry

I feel like poetry listens to me.

And articulates what I feel.

It takes me to me

And that too as if I had never departed

It makes me feel warm, under its thick blanket

I crawl beneath it, like a child

I feel its embrace, I feel its eyes

And I look up to see

A smiling face, penetrating its rays deep in my heart

And a soft hand, with mellow fingers

Swaying themselves gently over my warm eyelids

As if it were telling me

It will be fine, child, It will be fine.