EXPECTANT SOUL (Written in 2011)

                                                 

I look old.

And became bald.

Lost my hair.

Lost my teeth.

My feathers detached.

And withered my wings

In the storm of sorrow.

Wrinkled rough skin.

Stem grown thin.
Silky leaves rotten.

Scruffy looking I am. 

The Autumn of life

Washed away the

Leaves of comfort

From my Branches.

But,

That's not the end of it.

I still alive.

There is still active blood

Burning in my root.

The wind struck me

Could not blow out the

Fire from me.

I am sure,

The Spring is very near.

I will soon groom - and
My branches will bloom.

The cruel air

Will breeze

In my cool perfume.

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Unattained ( written in 2011)

                                               

A broad screen,...

Full of joy...

Beauty in its texture...

Coloured by rainbow...

Pleasant Welcoming smile...

Charm as to

Grab me frozen.

I look through the

dreamy waves,

Extend my anxious arms,

Move forward

To feel the softness,

I get closer,...

And closer...

The Screen of miracle,

Fades....

The Colours disappear...

The Glass cracks into

Tiny drops of disappointment.

And the Joy,...

Vanishes into the

Smoky cloud of Confusion.

I keep staring at the nothing

In misery.

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