Lure of the green II

Night ascends
The depths of the dark
Swallowing the greed of the morn
The dance of the grey begin
Once more.

This is a world where I die
Nothing is mine, nothing yours
It's just the world as it was

No soul goes down on its knees
To be on the mercy of the rich's decree
No heart is sold for a penny or two,
No mind enslaved
No love betrayed

The cry of the dawn awakens the eye
I rise
One more.
I succumb
To the lure of the green.
Again,
I wait to die
Until the night


written on 25.11.2007

Lure of the green

Long forgotten,
The pen lies untouched.
Thoughts lost,
Each, fragmented

Wandering, stumbling,
Into the murky grey,
Images appear, beckoning
The mind to think again.

Alas!
The green
Lures.
Once more.

Enslaved hands
Don the paint,
Poring over notes,
To get someone else fame.

The window to the soul
Weeps.
In vain.

Thoughts stay forgotten
Bundled beneath the folds
The dreams lie unspent

The lure of the green
Overpowers;
Alas!
When it releases the grey,
It may be too late.


written on 15.11.2007

Of moments gone (an eligy for time)

All that remains now are remnants of you,
A memoir of memories of what could have been
Some bric-a-brac and trivia once held dear
A platter of emotions unfelt and unseen

You lie now, gnarled and garbled in my veins
In wisps of white that streak my thoughts,
I watch you slip by, moment by moment
And lament the loss of the life I have lost

Sad, I imagined you'd wait all eternity
And that I could always relive and rewind
And now, as you advance hour after hour,
All I do is replay dreams in my mind

Alas you have gone, leaving me to mourn
The unopened treasures that lie before my eye
And now I will tick away into oblivion soon
My memory, a portrayal of a sad, petty life

O come back to me, just once I pray,
For I promise to unlock each of those treasures
Give me some time just one more time,
To savour a little of life's million pleasures





written on 15.4.2006

written for a poetry club contest, i think.

Listen to her cry (double nonet)

She
carries
Beauty in
Myriad forms
Each, a miracle
He nips them in the bud,
One by one until they bleed;
They surrender to feed his greed
She cries a silent tear; in vain.

He snuffs her pain until tears dry,
She rages, rants and pleads him so,
Yet his lust overpowers,
He erases traces
Of each miracle
'Til none remain
to feed him
Hear him
Cry.


written on 22.4.2008