The moths came in pitch darkness of that night towards the flickering flame of the candle I lit to cry all night to relive, from pain of stings inflicted by thousands of wasps, the yellow banded ones, wild and ferocious, the ones with jealousy in their mind, greed filled in their venom the ones which are the epitome of vengeance with all their rage crushed my self and honour to fulfil their selfish goals.
Came moths the somber coloured ones attracted to light burning each part of their body, the ones that kissed milky white jasmine blooms of the bower in my garden just a while.
I cried my fill, oh’ will I get relief, my mind ? the pain is so deep, the wound so vulnerable, take long time to heal.
Cry! cry! banging your head against the brick wall till it breaks and flakes of mortar fall on the floor.
Came moths the fragile bodied ones which sipped nectar of wild night blossoms of unknown plants, kissed the dancing flame of the candle and doused it, sacrificed their life, only charred remains left.
I was left alone in stark darkness of that night, mumbling ………….all alone.
Water pouring inside the fence of beyond ten feet above the surf waves climbed higher as the tide was coming in at the usual hour Rocks mixed with shells colored brightly like a bright morning sunlight oranges, gray, blue and
You lingered in a deep and restless sea, Ostensibly, a man content to be Untethered by the bonds of wedded bliss; Resistant to the charms of every Miss. Simplistic in your chosen way of life, Hard-fast, you vowed to never
Dear Bird, my bosom friend, Preach me thy living-art Weaned of all wicked craft, Enable wash filthy taint, Unveil yet another phase, My own – still hidden- face ! Thus, living a truer life -To the content of heart and