A song unsung

Way too small, way too light, 
Like a little feather floating against the winds' might. 
Out too soon to face the wrath of the world, 
When rather he'd be in the womb safe and curled. 


Why did he hurry, he doesn't understand 
Impatience maybe, a will to withstand. 
His existence, a question, unanswered remains, 
Striving for life as his faint breathing strains. 


A fleet of white rush trying to revive, letting the air rush in, 
A firm mind, yet a frail heart beating within. 
He squeals and cries realizing his mistake. 
Out too early leaving his life at stake. 


A warm tear falls on him from the soft eyes above, 
A short stint of life, a creation of love, 
In his mothers' arms he drifts into an endless sleep 
Like an unsown seed yet to reap. 


Warm tears trickle down her cheek, 
Slowly making its way right from the peak. 
All her dreams in a moment crashing away, 
Conveying to all what no words could say. 


Her beautiful song remained unsung....

Footprints

They led,

deep into the woods,
dark and beckoning.
Thatched cottage
at the far distance,
a lamp, dim and flickering.
The air still damp,
from a storm’s end.
Sludge, moss and green foliage,
the footprints, beneath
just barely visible.
Fear gripped the edge
of my pounding heart
thundering like a drumroll
in the stillness of the dark.
The cold sweat
framed the sides of my face.
Gasps, short and quick
with every forefoot
increasing its pace.
My trembling fingers
reached for the rusted handle…

The devilish eyes,
devoured her every move,
waiting for that moment
to rip out her soul…

MISSING, read the news
Many a day later
No trace, no witnesses,
Plenty of rumours & muse
Meanwhile,
prints of her fingers,
on the rusty handle.
The air reeking of blood,
deep in the wood, lingers.

I bottled up the sea & sky

I bottled up the sea and sky,

an enchantment cast upon my eye.
I held the bottle close to my chest,
some jealous eye steal it from me, lest.

Hazy reddish orange hue,
lazy clouds strewn across the blue.
Against the glassy edge the waves lashed,
foaming lather, bubbles as it repeatedly crashed.

In its magic, I was swallowed.
The lashing waves, my mind followed.
The spray and scent of the sea,
was all that I ever wanted to see.

I sat like a madman in possession,
with no sense of time or emotion.
My grey beard, trailing down to the floor,
my ears deaf to the knocks on my door.

‘Fool! It’s not all yours’, he said.
Like a thunderbolt, his voice, jolted my head,
‘too long you have sat, selfish with that bottle
an entire life wasted at its throttle’.

When overcome by desires,
you lose that which is real.
Your existence in an imaginary world,
static, sublime and surreal.

He upturned my bottle,
letting the sea and sky flow,
filling the entire world
with a mesmerizing glow.

He turned, smiled at me and said,

‘Child, now you will see all the difference,
a life, only then fulfilled, hence’…