Showing posts with label Broken dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Broken dreams. Show all posts

Sunday, January 11, 2015

No more

It still lingers
Ears  still ring
with fateful  news
Eyes can’t believe
the wetness within
The pyre resounds
only silence
light slighters
in blackness
what matters now
the flame at the wick
has been untimely snubbed
Life is over
You are no more

Friday, January 9, 2015

unTimely


Its sickle swung
Death called
All so soon
All so abrupt
and all so sudden
no time for prayers
no last words uttered
no time for a single thought
Lives simply  ebbed
into nothingness
Ere the nick of time

And as wet winds blew
kiths and kins
family and friends
near and dear
unprepared
numbed and stunned
froze in grief
aghast in despair
to accept the truth
that death calls
sans any warning


May the souls RIP

Monday, September 17, 2012

cold hands

never to fall apart
for aeons to hold your hands
and  now your hands are cold

Friday, March 23, 2012

comeback


image source: self
You say
You want to comeback
that I take you in

Hmm…
will you feel at home?
my heart is pretty much
in a bad shape
since the day you left
despite my wailings
You know it well
It is not as it used to be
It never were
things haven’t been
in  a good shape
Will things ever be?

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Yet again

You are gone
yet again
vanished
like the rainbow
on the yonder horizon
leaving me
utterly nonplussed

It’s hard to sync
life with days
when pushed back
to abandonment
and loneliness
yet again

Thoughts explodes
out of control
as life desists
in paused moments
and frozen times
Loneliness bites
splashing
bitter sensations
from  your  going

and its hard
yet again
as always
as ever
in fact harder
this time

I  am left staring
expectantly
for your return
though I know
you have just left

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Tears

Don't make it cheap
mean so much
Why let it fall?

Thursday, September 22, 2011

earthquake (September 18, 2011)


source: kuenselonline.com
The walls rattled
The showcases
The cupboards
The photo frames
and everything
that there was to rattle
The lights blacked out
Everything was cursed
in absolute murk
as the world jolted
one and all trembled
Everyone knew that it was
Saw the end was nigh
As death came knocking
Bequeathing a close call
Leaving homes crumbled
Hearts grievously tormented
and lives put on the line

Saturday, July 16, 2011

13/7

Image from google
Smoke and dust fill the air
Moans and groans heard everywhere
Destruction aplenty on the ground
Fallen bodies are everywhere found
No cries can bring the dead alive
No condolences can heal the wounds
No words can soothe the shattered lives
The wicked face of terror has gnarled
Its devilish horns have once again gored
Its brutal fangs have heartlessly clawed
to tear apart the race of humanity
Terrorists, aren’t you humans too?

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Broken dreams again

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My dreams
are broken
Pieces of shells
so sharp and cutting
lie strewn
in murky emotions
of a ruined  heart
My plundered thoughts
lie submerged
in an ocean of tears
the rainbow has vanished
without a  trace
Beware
Don’t gather the pieces
of my broken dreams
unfriendly and sharp
It might slash you as well
 

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Read my silence

photo by eqqman via flickr


You presume
what I tell you
is not at all true
you mistrust
everything
almost anything
that finds voice
on my lips
so what shall I tell you
and how do I do it
draw your lines
know its depth
read my mind
or my silence
 

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Reflections

A six-year-old HIV-positive child named Along lives all alone in his rundown home in Nieucheping village of Liuzhou city in Southwest China's Guangxi Zhuang after both his parents died from the deadly virus. He receives 70 yuan of subsistence allowance per month from the local civil bureau  and periodical material supplies from kindhearted people. Other times, he has been collecting wood to support himself.  Source (including photos): English.sina.com

I was so touched with grief that it prompted the following lines of haiku. May god bless the boy or death take him away too.



at tender six years
burdened to make  his  ends meet
toils he day and night

lonesome and gamesome
unawares of impending death
boy, ball and shadow

In an unkind world
Love and affection unknown
mere walking shadow

Silence for a friend
Loneliness and fear his guests
Living silhouette

 Light darkening fast
Surviving sans a future
Cruel and unfair world

 Rose nipped ere its bloom
Despair hopes and lost future
Cant death take him away?



Saturday, April 2, 2011

Cold mist

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Dwindling  thoughts
silent whispers
forgone emotions
many onlookers
two players
and one winner
a frozen smile
a single tear
and
you rejoice
 

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Wrath of angry Gods

bbc.co.uk
The waves broke
crashed all lines
untold
all hell broke loose,
ere the eyes winked
the water
thicker than blood
swept through homes
its tentacles
soaring
touched the skies
engulfing buildings
cars, trains, lives
everything
giant fireballs rose
into the face of death
birds fled from their trees
but not humans
devoid of any escape
sought safety on rooftops
waved white scarves in vain
as houses swayed and tumbled
like castles of sand
cars floated on roof tops
ships overturned like toys
into the sea,
never to be seen again
the world watched
the whirlpool of destruction
in horror 
helplessly
stunned, shaken
the blows of death 
was never more cruel
never more menacing
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and now,
huh
the waves have rolled back
lifeless rubble remain
cars and planes strewn 
the debris of destruction
only the oblivious silence looms
Grief stricken sights 
all around
of
broken dreams
shattered lives
fallen tears
of a once  beautiful world
crumbled
at the wrath of angry gods 
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