I’ve been walking for a mile
The woman stalking me has been sniffing for a while
She has become my second shadow
I hope I am not the source of her sorrow.
I quicken my steps on the quagmire of illusion
She hastens with her shadow on the plinths of delusion
One thing is sure: I’d out-walk her.
She makes her resolution as well not to remain in the rear.
......
Dreams hide at nights only.
At noon they come in from the cold.
They stretch and hide
under the dark, thick skin of shadows.
The eye of a dream is bleached
at night, dilating towards the
pulse of whitewashed shadows.
......
Why should I worry, it was just a Dream
It is not real, no need to scream
A Dream is an Illusion, though vivid it may seem
But Life is different; Life is real
Don’t we all suffer, don’t we all swirl?
Very few go deep to discover the treasure, the pearl
What is this Journey of Life on earth?
What is the Purpose of our human birth?
......
It is a night creamed by melting darkness.
Fireflies are obsessed with secrecy tonight
And dim their lights cautiously, frugally.
Crickets and cicadas crepitate with muted
Feelings, sallying wretched, orphaned tadpoles.
I cringe from traditional horror,
Wincing with the power of concern.
Lest I forget, the moon travelled out of town.
The constellation was keeping wake in the outer
Universe, where stars were hired for their lights.
......
I woke up trembling sweating profusely
The howling and chirping of the birds echo through the dead silence of the night
Then I heard it; faint at first and then louder I heard it clearly
That monstrous laughter send cold chills down my spine
Everywhere seem cold and dark
I try to cry and reach out for help but my body seem rooted to the spot
Has the cold hands of death caught me?
......
Dreams hide at nights only.
At noon they come in from the cold.
They stretch and hide
under the dark, thick skin of shadows.
The eye of a dream is bleached
at night, dilating towards the
pulse of whitewashed shadows.
......
It is a night creamed by melting darkness.
Fireflies are obsessed with secrecy tonight
And dim their lights cautiously, frugally.
Crickets and cicadas crepitate with muted
Feelings, sallying wretched, orphaned tadpoles.
I cringe from traditional horror,
Wincing with the power of concern.
Lest I forget, the moon travelled out of town.
The constellation was keeping wake in the outer
Universe, where stars were hired for their lights.
......
Frozen streams are calm incidents of winter
When lean, broken stems seem dead and gone
But the way things stand now in the nearby minster,
Canticles accompanied by spawning candles are worn.
I’ve been walking for a mile
The woman stalking me has been sniffing for a while
She has become my second shadow
I hope I am not the source of her sorrow.
I quicken my steps on the quagmire of illusion
She hastens with her shadow on the plinths of delusion
One thing is sure: I’d out-walk her.
She makes her resolution as well not to remain in the rear.
......
Why should I worry, it was just a Dream
It is not real, no need to scream
A Dream is an Illusion, though vivid it may seem
But Life is different; Life is real
Don’t we all suffer, don’t we all swirl?
Very few go deep to discover the treasure, the pearl
What is this Journey of Life on earth?
What is the Purpose of our human birth?
......