Transition…

In transition,

Disturbing, uneasy,

Fire under the skin

In the mind, a din.

Clutter everywhere,

Mess reigns fair,

Nothing can be found

In this dumping ground.

In limbo

Was stuck,

For how long

Dunno much,

The story’s unfinished as such.

Half life

Yearns completion

No resources

All depletion.

Gotta borrow some.

In twilight

No movement

All alone

Alas! The bereavement!

The only living known.

In transition

Entire existence

Daily struggle

Daily subsistence.

The state of mortality.

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Life’s Whiplashes…

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Day after day passes by
Bunched under the same grey sky.
Will the colour ever change?
Will I ever get the rainbow range?

Do I even wish for one?
When all is weighed, said and done.
Or am I destined for monochrome
Dogeared pages of a single tome.

Dreary dull, greying greyed
Opposite to the life I’d made.
The existence is bare now
To live some way, to live some how.

All the living I have to shun
To mingle, to play, to have some fun.
This is to be my penance for my deeds
A desolate carcass for the crows to feed.

Alas! Even the crows have deserted me!
They’ve fixed their sights on greener seas!
Now only am I truly abandoned
Life has departed, I’m shunned.

Again and again I wonder why
Is my destiny to try to cry.
No tears gather upon my lashes
‘Pon my skin, life’s whiplashes.

Black…

desert storm

Darkness clouds my mind
A fugue state I exist in
A numbness spreads all over
Bone deep cold comes crawling in.

A heaviness in my brain
My heart beats another rhythm
Blood flows sluggishly
Dunno what to do with ’em.

Black is my existence
There’s no light on the horizon
Dark are the clouds surrounding
Even though the sun has risen.

There’s no sleep, no succour
Only the dried barreness of desert
I curl up and curl in
The only comfort is the dry dirt.

The Watcher…

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The watcher inside me
The one beyond sight
See and see and see
No malice yet might

It keeps sentry
Day or night
No end, no entry
No dark, no light

One day I’ll be one with it
One day I’ll see all that it sees
One day I’ll watch all that rises does fall
One day I’ll feel all alive does die
One day I’ll sense all dead beings rising
One day I’ll whisper the key to living
One day I’ll teach the one language to all!

In The Gloaming…

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Spiral down
Down drown
Drown down.

Vast black
Bottomless space
Float around.

Round round
No up or down
No sight or sound.

Senses slayed
Mindless frayed
Identity betrayed.

A deep sentience
An infinite existence
Ageless constant.

An immortal being
Reason for living
Quest forever.

In the gloaming
Life and death
A vicious circle.

The Question of Life…

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Mortal ties,
Material coils,
Physical lies,
Earthly foils.

Elaborate webs,
Wispy dreams we weave.
Ethereal tapestries,
To illusions we cleave.

Lives and deaths,
Infinitely looped.
The cycle unbroken,
Seduced and duped.

Daily existence,
A mirage or truth?
Questions galore,
Of old men and the youth.

The finality of death
Or just a ruse?
A change of clothes
Or payment overdue?

The wonder of life,
Mundane subsistence.
Yearning for miracles,
A quest for permanence.

The theory of evolution
Or a godly accident?
Either a normal life
Or a heavenly event.

The Elysium…

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A refreshing breath,
A whispering breeze,
A sweet succour,
An everlasting ease.

Troubled heart,
Silent in peace,
A symphony of waves,
Harmony in release.

Worry I did, every moment in my life,
Now in this end, I finally realise,
Pointless was my struggle, my strife.
My slate wiped clean by a single glimpse of paradise.

My soul tears free,
Its corporeal existence ceased,
Abides the celestial decree,
The Elysium achieved.