Things To Think

I want to free

The chains of thoughts 

my mind are shackled in,

Hard and Heavy.

I want to free

The dungeon of broken dreams 

my soul lies weeping in,

Teary and dreary.

I want to free 

The light that is 

ebbing into darkness,

within the rims of my eyes.

I want to free

The tongue that lies twisted and coiled

with unsaid words and angst,

Like a venomous reptile.

I want to free

That blank space in the gyri

when I want to use it

good somehow.

I want to free

Your thoughts you keep hiding

from me like a, 

Butler in disguise.

I want to free 

every sharp string of silver

that is cutting through our souls,

bleeding us in a maze of desire.

I want to free

All those peoples souls 

who prevent us from 

being just us.

I want to free myself of 

Such vindictive thoughts.

That is not going to help,

For it all becomes just a 

mere floating idea.

Then I breathe in,

Sweet and cold

To gravitate.

Go to sleep 

Lull, my child.

For in the morning

we shall wake

to newer sermons of 

Freedom

in Our class.

REQUIEM FOR A DREAM

Every inception carries a
Beat in it,
Every creation
A dream.
Every requiem carries
A soul in it,
Of faith, fated resilience
And love,
Out of bereft in it.

Every Sea carries a wave
Of tried and tested salt from
Another shore.
Every wind carries
A silent prayer for
Things of past that is lost
Without one's will.
Every drop of water
Pitting against this thirsty earth
Speaks a story of an urge
To laugh at an old flame's
Cracked spirits
Of graying joie-de-vivres..


Time takes away
Not only the once gay green leaves
With the rebellious winds of autumn,
Or the supple youth of man
In its strong, bossy arms.
But also those tender dreams
That befell upon us,
When we knew how to laugh
And believe in sunshine..

Let us pray
For this and many more
to come
*
Blood baths, wails and
Sorrow laden hopes.
Monuments of insanity
And romps of foolish pomps.
*

Let us pray once again
For every woman,
Who dreams one day
Of bringing out a life,
Here.
In this land of
Looming shadows,
Awaiting crimson tides.


(For those who are lulled at night with the noises of drone above them, their roofs and their skies)



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