THE MIRAGE

A wrinkled hand shades
A pair of vacant eyes
Scanning the barren horizon
Blazed by the wrath of Apollo

Tears have been choked to death
Lest they spill over
On the jagged floor
Uncorked

A black veil disrobes
An emaciated frame
And caresses longingly
The vessel of God
Precariously balanced
Between life and death

A pair of sun-burnt feet
Desperately desire
A toehold on the
Boundless sheet of golden grains

Miles and miles need be trudged
In search of the ever elusive
Mirage

A few droplets of water...

THERE'S A VEIL ON THE CHINK

There’s a veil on the chink

Let the pain flood in

Embalm the ugly gashes

There’s a veil on the chink

Behold the bud blossom

Sunny rainbow blushes

There’s a veil on the chink

Let the soul seep in

Rain soaked mud mashes

There’s a veil on the chink

See how the wind breaks in

How the torrent lashes

There’s a veil on the chink

I cannot glimpse in

And soothe the bygone slashes

There’s a veil on the chink

Stillness smothers echoes

Sighs the solitary spring

How the chime of joy

Dead silence hushes

THERE'S A CHINK IN YOUR VEIL

There's a chink in your veil

I can glimpse the snowflakes

Fragile curves and strokes

A few of your eyelashes

There's a chink in your veil

I see the luscious lips pout

Glitter the golden sashes

There's a chink in your veil

I beat with your heart

Rejoice in the Spring

Sulk in dark niches

When hopes turn to ashes

There's a chink in your veil

I creep into your leisure

Gaze on past flashes

There's a chink in your veil

So I need not try and fail

To snuggle through your self-

created impasses

There's a chink in your veil

I sneak into the truths

Hidden yet unveiled

Where life with death clashes

There's a chink in your veil

I flow into your veins

And swim in to feel

How the blood rushes

There's a chink in your veil

Like so many other veils

It unveils exactly

Which the "you"of yourself

So poorly suppresses

ILLUSION

Those who traveled

Far and wide

To and fro time

In pursuit of passion

With measured madness

To seek the glory

Of knowledge divine

Devoured pages

Of ink and gold

And gained in return

Priceless ignorance

Clueless, they retrace steps

Again in endless quest

Of life and death

And beyond

In the darkened nights

Of fear and dread

I hear their tread

Their sighs and sobs

As they roam the

Roads to horizon

Screaming in

Frenzied desperation

“Illusion, it is just

Illusion, no more,

no less”

Befooled, bemoans

The wind in

Eerie resignation

“Illusion, it is

Illusion, no more,

No less”