The Rendezvous

the starry sky
the empty road
the whispering woods
the silent car

the fallen drink
the ghostly fog
the abeyant time
the seeker of life

the dripping shirt
the falling blood
the numb wounds
the aching heart

and the moment of truth
that finished it all
SA

Prosaic verse or seminal plot...

Read this on the bus today... I don't know if it's a brilliant masterpiece, a chance compilation or an implicit philosophy. But it's unique. And its innocent simplicity gives it the eyes of imagination that more vivid compositions find closed.

Silence

Clouds.
Grass.
Dewdrops.
Butterfly.
You.
I.

- R.G. Kaimal

Necrophobia

Edge of the cliff
Crest of the ocean
A step in the air
An end to the sting

The night-sky in its stillness
Raises the destined question
Justify the means
Explain the pain

To induce the soul
Visit the dead garden
Tread the burnt grass
Breathe the stale air

The ruins have taken each
The vision and the dream
All that now survives
This life, it won’t suffice

The jaded cry
The final goodbye
Only enough strength
To forget and deny

Yet the feet won’t budge
And the waves won’t rise
The lonely man under the moonlit sky
To his heart, he won’t comply

They say hope keeps us alive
Hell, how austerely they lie
The only reason we survive
Is that we’re afraid to die.

S.A.

The Journey

Once I met a young lady
More of a girl she was
Her manners were childish
But her actions ripened
She came to me, but as i held my hand,
She said she wouldnt stop...

And I saw her go
She flew with the birds
Swam in the river
Danced with the bees
And grew with the leaves

I could not resist,
So I joined in
She took me to the great mountains
And to the deepest of seas
We saw the dark forests
And the dessicated deserts
I held her hand all through
For I did not know the way
And apparently she did

When we were back,
I left her hand
And asked her to stop

"I want to talk"

"I would love to,
but I cannot stop."

"We would have to part then.
I want to fly with you forever,
but I am tired.
I guess I would rest here...
We may not meet again,
but that is okay.
I need to go to sleep.
But before you go,
let me know your name,
so that I will rest in peace"

"Life", she said, and flew away with the wind.

Insomniac

I see the shadows whispering,
as if making a silent pact
The winds are blowing swiftly
but they keep the autumn leaves intact

I feel the creatures closing in
waiting for a call
The feelings grow stronger
A touch, a sound, a bawl

As if in tandem, the moon comes out
It's light unseen, figure illusory

And then the figures dance
and the wind dies
In an opera of the morbid,
the autumn leaves fly

The figures of the dark
they appear every time
Every time I close the door
Every time I shut the light

I can't close my eyes
I'm afraid of the dark