Escapallure

Catterpillars in the night

A creak and a creep by the leaf

Bending and shimmering by the breeze now full

For that striding pompous chief

A trickle of sweat by the brain

A lustful raindrop by the lip

A dried out trace of a tear on the cheek

A steely determined grip.

We trip together and laugh

We slip together by the dew

The stars twinkle and skies light up

Red and orange and bright blue

Tired eyes watch on

The world begins once more

No walls, no ceiling and no marble floor

It’s time…

Push past that broken door.

12/07/15

Movements of the Shadow Realm

Waiting in the shadows

A young man, a young woman,

A mother, a brother

A child, an elder,

Counting down

Three, two, one!

Stepping out

Marching loud

Two, three, four,

A million follow,

Banners out,

Silent screams:

“Hear me!

Hear me now!”

And it rains

The thunder bursts

And the poison enters the veins,

Tears, blood-shot eyes...

Still they struggle

They stand, they hurt,

The pain, it bleeds,

Bleeds and burns,

And another declaration,

Ushers forth the nation

The vacuum, it sucks,

Leaves no air,

None for the wordless voice,

No air for life...

Once more they wait,

By the shadows they lie,

Some fear and run,

Tied down for life.

Now cowards too wait,

With those who weep

Cry out in pain

Count down again.

Truth, silenced, one-sided,

And bleeding hearts chided:

Three, two, one, move,

Till every word proves true!

06/03/15

Whisper Unspoken...

If only I had the power to cause a permanent

Change in the way every one is treated.

If only I could be more than just a silent whisper,

More than just a blot of ink upon a page.

If only there were worlds bowing down to my words

Understanding their wrongs and bringing about

That change that would wipe a million tears,

Cause the wind to blow with the sighs of relief

And tremble in the explosion of world-wide cheers.

If only...

But, I am just a silent whisper,

A single scratch of ink on paper,

A helpless observer in a mighty plot,

A mere puppet with many-a-puppeteer,

A ragdoll in the corner, collecting dust...

Yet!

Yet I hold onto that melting candle-wax,

That single flickering flame of hope,

Like a twinkling star shut away in the dark,

A lengthy legend of a tale untold,

A voice unheard in the multitude of roars.

26/01/15