In the monotonous regularity of grinding chores
In the monochrome of existence
When work should have been a burden
When life becomes an endless strife
Suddenly I feel light…
Is it that I lose grip of realities
Or the mind, playing truant!
A way to camouflage the truth?
However, the mood of heaviness
Gets suddenly washed away
I feel like a ship adrift on a dead sea
My rudderless vessel keeps sailing idly
Is it an escape from the winds of pain?
Or a falling asleep inside a dream?
Writers wish to give some funAll sense of grace is outrunSome, no doubt, sound extremely smutty!
I look for a quiet spotTo sit and jot them downOn the sheet of paper I holdNot bothering if they ring or rhymeAt times like gurgling streamsSo noisy, they flowOr like dew drops, gently moistening the grassThey come and quietly settle on the white surface.Unable to be imprisonedWithin the structured frame of a song,My thoughts,…
Sending chills up through every neuronI hear their empty rattle in my headAs rabid dogs barking at nothingThough Shelley was full of praiseAnd hailed Death and Sleep as brothersTo me it is not so and will never beNot that I am afraid to dieNor think my absence will shake the Earth out of its orbitBut…
Cra…. Cra… Cra…. it goes on rough n’ raucousA ‘music’ coming down to us through the air porousIt is frogs who form this nocturnal bandThey differ widely in shape and modeSome, so queer with belly like balloonsAnd grouped from spotted leopards to ugly toadThey neither bite nor cause any frightIn dark if you walk by…
Each morn is a fresh wonderAs the night willfully bows down to surrenderEvery minute is a new creationWith scenes and sights of great sensationWith every passing hour, new vistas unfoldBringing insights varied and visions manifoldThe blades of grass glow in sparkling dewAs the sun makes his customary march anewOver the expanse of the brightening skyFeathered…
Rivaling combatants, so readily transposableThat which seems fair, to another may be foulWho then will decide what is fair and what’s foul?There sure sits a judge within, who in all truth will swearTo each of those ever intent to hearBut alas! He speaks in fitful rising and fallingWith ambiguity instantly crawlingSo shut your ears to…
