Hiatus

Evoke such morns of solemn music:

Tuned to a pleasant earthly feel

I arise now with the breath of confidence

Everyday that I live as Me.

Stark stones moss tales of good muse

Past fester dupes,

Present pester brake,

Future plays a silent trumpet!

“Clasp this spell-comes a boon”

Eager ears grasp most music played

Lark-silence is for the heart!

Muse’s music remains..

Regards to your wings

Regards to your wings

These passing days that I don’t fly,

I remember vaguely the reason when I did.

All I miss are those warm feathers that led-

My wishes fulfilled and my whims protected!

That I had not seen the devil howl;

That I had not seen the flood damage;

That I had not seen the sun set;

Till the raindow snatched my ribbons.

And I blamed you instead!

The chill pricks like your absent words-

I wonder whether your wings were my shroud,

The sun burns like your absent touch-

I wonder whether your wings found my arms a support,

The rains wash away every colour that was left till now-

I wonder whether there had been enough red,

Enough blood,

Am left with doubt!