Storm
Innocuous eye
dried by
Dying drops of rain
Pain
Tears – dry
Jaws –unite
Silence, shattered
High Tide
Relentless tide,
Lunar movement-
Silenced shores
Water
Taste unmatched,
Taint unseen
Trickle into the stream
Candle
Bowels of wax,
Pampered by fire
Died down with light.
Sky
Mystical Palette,
Myriad combinations,
Mingles with life.
Fist on face
Prepare for disgrace,
A violent embrace.
The governments fall
New ones rise,
Never a demise
For starvation.
Curses of nature
Wrested upon farm-men
The affluent steal,
their grain and fields
a storm flickers,
under a darker billow,
its arrival bickers,
the leaves feel hollow
and detached,
months of sweat and blood
drained in minutes.
How long can we take
those fists on our face?
How long can we savor
this violent embrace?
I
Woke up
To a world
Devoid of the seas,
Filled with fear and hatred,
The strong currents of money swept
Our ideals housed in temples
Called faith and trust,
Only word echoing
around was
I
