STORMY DAY

Rain is lashing on the windows,

Droplets of water drip down the roof.

They clear the dusty grass in the meadows,

The wind forces the trees to stoop.

A gale is blowing the trees apart,

Leaves fly hither and thither,

The trees are not strong enough to thwart,

The devastating mode of the weather.

I am safe in my house,

I watch the fury of nature unfold,

I am scared like a chased mouse,

I see the tress stand against the wind bold.

The air is gloomy with darkness,

The lights are early to fade,

The strength of wind is difficult to harness,

Its impossible to undo the damage that has been made.

DISTORTED VISION

Is it raining or is it an illusion?

My mind seems to be losing control,

I don’t distinguish between dream and vision,

I feed upon my ignorance as huge as a troll.

There are things, I need to know,

Things that should have been,

I feel the need to check the snow,

That has frozen my sheen!

Some things are unseen,

Some remain  unattended,

Every winding of fate does wean,

The ray of hope that has been mended.

The task is cumbersome,

I am left with none to spare,

My destiny seems to be handsome,

But to get at it, I should lay myself bare…

COLD

Feeding upon the stony silence,

The cold is unbearable, as is the darkness,

I am shivering, my bones are rattling,

But my mind is as warm as a furnace.

Snow has started to fall,

The forest seems to be covered in white,

Trees have bent under their weight,

The lone house in the woods stands tall.

I am turning blue, the cold’s burning,

The wind is cutting into my clothes,

I can hardly walk on the path,

The silence in the forest is a warning.

Inspiration does not help overcome,

The tiredness, that has besieged me,

I seek a place of warmth and comfort,

To refill my energy and finish the task that is cumbersome!

ALONE IN DARKNESS

There is no light on the moor,

I stumble in the rebounding silence,

I see a weak light miles ahead,

I suppose it is a place without violence.

Night has settles fast upon the area,

A cool wind beats my forehead,

Still I am perspirating freely,

My legs seem to be made of lead.

The grass seems to be wet,

Mist gathers on the rocks,

Acts as a veil to hide the light,

And, to find my way, I am at a loss.

I seem to be going in circles,

The ground under me seems familiar,

Adrenalin seems to rush my veins,

I can’t find my way to my lair!!!

A TRIP TO GOD-KNOWS-WHERE

The path is dusty, the hills are misty,

The trees stand tall, the sun looks like a fiery ball,

I am bound for my destination, I am drenched with perspiration.

The bike is fast, the thrill does not last,

Buses and trucks crowd the road, the driveway is not broad,

People laugh and joke, they stare at the tall bloke.

I sense something is wrong, so we stand out in the throng,

My hair is flowing, the oddity is showing,

My eyes do water, the tears dry up later.

The journey comes to an end, the road is in its final bend,

Food and drinks dominate the scene, the shops spill the beans,

I suddenly feel hungry, I laugh out loud in mockery.

This is a stupid poem, a disaster in the making,

I can make no sense of what’s written, looks like the poet is already beaten,

I laugh at the hilarious irony, because the stupid poet is me!!!!

I WONDER

In the dark shadows of the world,

My mind roams devoid of bliss,

I repent some of my decisions,

I am praying, He hears my wish.

Her face flashes in front of me,

Every now and then she visits-

My heart and mind that she controls,

Her’s do shine, features exquisite.

Her smile seems to be a million dollar one,

A perfect blend of humour and beauty,

I am fascinated by her eyes,

I sense, adoring her has become my duty.

My dream, comes to an end suddenly,

I feel a pang of pain and separation,

I have mingled her presence with reality,

And am bound to endure it with anticipation

A JOURNEY IN THE DARK AND TO THE DARK

The sidewalk is gleaming in the lights,

The road has begun to turn muddy,

The city ends with the lonely sights..

Of the rain lashed plains that are soddy.

The mind is besieged with doubt-

of mortality and sustainability,

a calm, soothing, darkness does indeed shout

and relieves the mind of susceptibility.

The old forest is inviting, coolness seems to flow,

Leaves whistle in the breeze and rustle,

Fireflies flutter here and there and glow,

My eyes scan the forest as if its an old castle.

The clink of my boots echoes in the distance,

The eerie silence of the forest unhinges me,

I seem to be disturbed to take a glance

At the trouble that has been pestering me.

The path twists and turns, deep into the wood,

I follow it on a whim of my own,

The trees spread their branches like a hood,

I get a sense of security under the dome.