It so happens, Once in a while, We just trip and fall and What we see on the way down Would be the most gruesome of Visuals, zooming in reel after reel Cocooning us in a montage We detest taking part ourselves, Yet, thrust on to us In all lucid details dished Out by an unflinching hand In all its gyroscopic constancy All the while sinking us in ripping Wails of all those fallen before us Echoing up from the nadir like Fumes of smouldering
Carcasses about to sail Down the dirty stream Of a holy river, To make unto you too To howl like maniacs Together having nightmares Of wanton dogs chasing them. Once in a while, It happens, Just like that.
Sometimes, I just want to fly away and sit by a coast dotted with tiny creeks and gaze at the pebbles sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the stream while drenching my feet in water as pure as an infant.
I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we
Again I wake in this wretched place Where the devil glares with grimaced face Reading my heart, stripping it bare Savoring the scent of the secrets there I’m slipping and sliding, the ice too thin Carefully creeping, lest I fall
Clinging to fragments of memories, I search for love here and there, Walking the shores of eternal hope, But I sink in the sea of despair Just once, let me hear love speaking In a language known to no ear;