degeneration

Painting by Edson Dias

unheard voices,
sneering glances,
chained in sermons
of a convoluted self.
why do i become what i never was?
through the glamorous process
of birth, lust and mediocrity alas.

where beauty of a flower
remains trapped in rosy verbose
where seasons flutter
in the storm of thoughts
through robotics of wit,
and sarcasm, bleeding profuse,
in this ghastly 'all'

the delicately woven reverie
couldn't make it to the top
for all there lying,
was a nail bearing ball
as million faces plunged in cavity
which deepened only remorse
greying every single day

oh cowardly soul, what fears you the most
a heartless form or a broken heart in hand?

rendezvous-a joint composition with ashwin

A numbing fleet
Towards the infinity
Vehement calls
An obfuscate wonder

Innumerable storms
Go scathingly
Obstinate spines
Snapped into two

Is it a beckoning
Of the unknowing
A meet, at the zenith
The blaze amid fog

Or is it a yearning
Of the bereaved
A jaded fall,
foreverParched at the knell

And the azure dawn
Overcast the crooked sky
A gala of clouds
Yet again rejoice

Sun-birds flutter again
Gliding into eternity
We sit and await
The moonrise