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

Present-Past...

A breath in the oblivion, a space in time,

A crumpled paper, a lost rhyme,

A shard of glass, a blade of grass,

A song unsung, an emotional crass,

A watchful whisper through the night,

A dancing shadow, the tides of plight,

A searching hand, a comforting grasp,

A summer tree, a humming wasp,

A body of warmth, a heart of love,

Spirit of the night, song of the dove,

A second on the clock, a print in history,

A prayer to science, fact and mystery,

A relieving sigh, a smiling mile,

A broken crust of a crumbling while,

A dreaded hurdle, the instinctual leap,

A pulsing vein, a world to reap,

An impossibility, a living soul,

A heightened crater, an empty whole,

A mystic rhythm of an ancient lore,

A survivor, a fighter and some more...