2019-02-21

Clarion call on a lone journey



Asunder hands,
chained together,
battling sweats,
an endless march,
in search of an identity,
lost among thorns,
a journey eluding travelers,  
fraught with misery,
parched throat,
a dusty terrain,
where neither dawn nor dusk exists,
a mind filled to the brink,
hath no fury or punishment,
buried emotions,
ravaged by pure sparkle of the flame,
no destination is endless,
a crushed purpose exploding like volcano
clarion call,
the end is blurred.






Poetry bouquet: Connecting strings



Barren flavor

Paan stained emotions
flavor of barren land,
raw and colorful feeling,
laden with a thirst,
exploring vivid towns,
a village silenced by voices,
thirst for adventure,        
hippie shedding cloak and clothes,  
shorn of facade.



Connecting strings

Play naked,
connecting the string,
inside out emotions,
straddle freely,
belies what humans are capable,  
pain,
sadness,
angst,
a green heart needs no healing from artificiality,
a budding flower,
revel in the self’s uniqueness.