Quiescent Wanderer

The monsoon rain fallsOn the screen of my smartwatchThrough these drops time blurs.

I have to let it all out;All the knots inside my veins,Passed to me by my mother.I must not be a martyr. I have always seen myself,In third person perspective,Watching myself cry and wail,Talking to no one at all. Growing up under my gaze,Like a snake in the desert.My barren head longs for thoughts,That are pure and blessed, but no. I plot my revenge you see,Against my greatest foe, Me!And the…

Everything is a dark swirl.The night sky and the dark clouds,This whirlwind of helpless thoughts,My eyes stare into nowhere. This art of falling slowlyWith an upward vacant gaze,That I learned from loneliness,I give myself up to fate. Memories fall like raindrops,As air rises to caress.I refuse to break my stareDeep into the nothingness. My limbs flail and quiver on,But my gaze searches for…

I see myself standing alone,Where the incense fumes cease.My gaze averted to the ground,Away from pretty wreaths. I push my back against the wall,Exacting my revengeOn my spine for bringing me hereWhile you lay there, breathless. Flowers and ice all around you,Strange faces around me.Trapped in heaven’s holy spotlight,I melt away slowly. They spoke of kindness in your wake,Virtues I never…

There is improbability in the air,The sky seems unsure to pour.Faith is not a fear of drought,But a soul reaching for rain. I see my prayers land slowly,In some apocryphal tome,Forsaken by a reader’s gaze,Pulsing with uncertainty. Somewhere on a screen up high,A notification ping,Ignored by heavenly hosts,Serving the canonical. Though I wallow in my sins,Taunted by my own desires,There comes a…

What it is that music is trying to say,The tune and the words and that pressure between my eyes,Blessings bounce off the painted glass windows,Frankincense and smoke, slow dancing with my senses.I swirl in bliss and then fall down flatInto the depths of my self-loathing agony,And I wrestle with my inadequacy.My weaknesses suffocate me.I stumble out fast as I canInto the arms of a cruel worldThat…

Beneath deep chasms of shame,A dungeon built for my name.Through smog and mist, torches burnOn this maze with no return. A torn shroud hangs from the soul,Woven with mistakes made whole.Yet a holy river flows,Through the filth it hates and knows. I wear chains forged by my breath,Monologues mimicking death.An imposter walks with me,Speaking my name fluently. Walking past this broken plane,Past…

Rest a while, close your eyesUnder the blissful shade.Drowning in peaceful dreams,Your soul drifts in slumber,Alongside memories.Rudyard’s words resoundingDeep in the city of sleep. Knowledge of its alleysIs drawn inside your palms.Plans and routes to follow,Lanes and paths to avoid.In through the veins of dreamsNearing dawn, alarms sound,Grounding the roving soul.

How potent was the forbidden fruit,On the tree of life inside Eden?Why was the tree of life left unguarded,If the fruit held power to shake heaven? There was no illusion of justice,No trial that day, just raw sentencing.Only cause and effect, reap what you sow,You reached for knowledge, you chose to evolve. Are there different set of humans now,Created from mud and bone of the rib.Is there a…

Above unknown divine expanse,A dance. The stars that slowly sway on high,Then die. He calls them back to darker times,His crimes. A just God weeps beneath his throne,Alone. His tears give birth to brighter stars,New scars. The cyclic whirl of time shall spin,Within. Are we the fruit of his mistakes?Heartaches.

A world of painful words in meBegin to bleed againCompose a poem about my plightDescribe my pain in depth Escape I shall, into this verseForget about my lifeGenteel replies shall haunt my earsHarass me as I write. I stand alone under the shadeJuly shall drench my bookKarate chops upon my heartLament my shattered soul. Misfortune shall follow behindNegate what luck I hideObserve when I shall…

Oh what a fool have I becomeTo think that I shall see my home.Horizons fade away from sightMy nomad mind shall strike that thought. The chains I thought that I had loosed,are back upon my neck and legs.They drag me on away from here,From any sense of sheltering. And God has made a sign of meFor all the world to see and weep.There seems to be no end in sight,To all the trials that I endure. The…

I stare into an absent glass,With phantom pain within my gaze.My aching mind shall search for meBut shattered mirrors never heal. My soul transformed some time ago,They wrapped a cloak around my faceSuppressing all the light in meWithin cocoons of painful dreams. I place my trust in worms and crowsTo take me to my future homeI search for bones to build my roofMy burning hate shall keep me…

Maybe it’s time to dress my woundsOnly, this time I hope I healThe bleeding veins inside my heartHave to learn to close up themselvesEven if the bandage falls offRipped away by some strange shadows. When I free myself of this plightOrnate riches shall wait for meUnder the rainbow of my dreamsNew faces and new memoriesDestiny smiles upon my pathSerendipitous, I shall stand.

High upon a lonely mountainThe old hermit inside my soulPrepares to speak to ghosts he knewThrough the ouija board of this verse. Meditating upon their gravesHe conjures a stone faced spiritAnd communicates without rhymeAbout the silence between them. The spirit mumbled on and onThe hermit offered bread and saltBut every gesture turned to smokeAnd they both drowned in hollow sounds. The hermit…

A prayer is a poemThat God loves to hearThe structure and formOf our aches and fearsAnd even rarelyOur brief gratitudes. He recites them backSavouring the verseWeighing, MeasuringThe worth of the poetPondering deeplyIf He should reply. When a poem does shineA sad little lightThat ignites a sparkHigh up in heavenBrightened alreadyBy divine aura, God likes and comments.