Whist this day hath poisoned your past lives to death for thy presence required an empty bottle that could be filled with memories mixed with experiences.

Whilst this day hath hath embraced the dusk of the sun for the serenading moon fills your eyes with blithe , your ears with honey and your buds with satiety.

Whilst this day hath amassed love enough to power this universe and thy smiles wide enough to draw boundaries to the horizon, we all wake to the shrilling cries of your existence, floating on these rough seas softened by your cadence.

vacillating high and low

seldom caressing the ford that separated the nascent soul

from the vibrant river,

I lay unconscious growing in silence,

moving in restriction,

drowned in a river of blood,

breathing every ounce of air

to assure myself of my life,

which is due to take dawn.

I can hear your hum,
hitting harmonically on my dormant drums,
resonating in a song,
lost in a dorian and searching for a lydian.

I can feel your menacing ire
voyaging through my veins
in search of happiness,
succumbed by the gravity of actions.

I can see your soul surf away,
disguised in life,
pirouetting on the ebbs of tides
searching for the right shores of death.

Synesthete
colored sounds
trembling vowels
over consciousness  

No signs of tomorrow
until you sever the sorrow
and have the dawns to borrow.

War
Flick of a switch,
flip of a coin,
bullet in your head.

about the victory of a desire,

about the blood it dried,

about the battlefield that cried from the
cornus blown to signal the dawn of resistance,

about the cabbards sworn with swords
that are desiccated for victory,

about the skies falling prey
to a crimson tide of soldiers
who marched their souls to glory,

about the children running across
the fields – green and the streams – pure
playing with the color of truth,

about the women wailing and bearing
the fruits that are filled in with
voices which challenged the octaves
that nature had written,

about the winters which shivered the mountains
taking casualty in those effervescent leaves,
bled and flew across to their
embittering graves that encapsulated it in

A dream of no sleeping,
A fight of no winning,
A pain of no crying,
A death of no living,
A sun of no shining.

As time flew he gently passed away into another world,
As gentle as the currents that carried his raft.

There is just an echo of silence…

O’ wild child
Run across in the fields of shine,
into a world of coma-divine
Run around in the valleys bathed in rain
washing away all your pain,
run towards the never ending horizons,
to be gulped by the effervescent shade
and smile of our father.

No birds dare to fly,
No tears fear to dry,
No sun dies with out a shine,
Yet darkness enshrines.

O’ mother
As the threads of time elongated,
you showed me colors
that eyes couldn’t judge.
You made me utter words
that sweetened syllables.
Those hues under which I was buried
those curves on which you let me slide
into your ever smiling horizons.

O’ mother
You saw the saplings of your love
vanish into the bowels of greed.
My brothers grew to be able men
only to misuse freedom you granted.
You bore their stabbing with
an air of apathy,
but punish, you did
with ruthless just.
Every child of yours,
a silent spectator of the lesson you taught.
Under changing textures of your body
subdivisions romanced.

O’ mother
finite is the beauty of your size,
and so is our time with you
infinite is the beauty of your character,
and so is your patience.
I was born out of your womb
and I die to be back into it.
Farther, I move from you,
Stronger, the gravity of love between us.