The Cloth

Show the mirror to your moral words

Tell, can you find but a damp’d cloth

Of shame and guilt,

That which sees an eye and touches a skin

Of the hands that know nothing

But conspires within their ‘moral heads’?

The cloth,

That hides not just what nature holds

As its beauty, but more

The doors of hearts and souls
And the truth of your moral words.

High On Ice On Darker Nights

High on ice on darker nights

A heart that flied to scary heights

A mind that filled the eyes with thoughts

The lips with words that wisdom holds

At the stake of earthly norms

And laws and threads that bind from storms

Tore this all with fierce in slice

A heart that flied to scary heights

To challenge storm with one much stronger

And facts of wonder that life ponder

Aware of fear of world behind

Hate was flowing from whose eyes

But beyond the stretch of emotional string

Or things that so much agony bring

More than what a life could hear

Or than that a death bear

But this heart sees the untold

Thinks what more a mind could hold.

High on ice on darker nights

This heart that flied to scary heights.

Eternal Light

I am walking on no road beneath but the sky above

And in front.

Far away lies the gaze of my eyes

Searching myself in eternity.

The feet searching the trace of my destiny

Over the thorns of my existence.

Water is what my heart is made of

And in my soul jewels an eternal fire.

I walk from nowhere to everywhere.

Trace me in wind

Breathe me in silence

Forget me in the darkness that will eat up

All the sunshine.

The darkness will rise to heaven someday

Where I will reach and find my eternal light.

Sky Is Moving Away

Trees, all shed from their summers

Stand nude

Biting the flesh of the sky

With their pricking nakedness

As like the bodies of millions of rootless people

Which prays through the crumbled bones

Tears the heart of the sky out.

Sky move out through sky

Damaging the dreams of millions of children

Proving the futility of the wings of thousands of birds

Taking with it the sun and moon and stars

Leaving behind a misty blanket of clouds.

While the sky darts without a word of farewell

People down rejoice at the sight of clouds

That brightens their only hope of survival

Only till the storm of realization.