Strive

an onerous inner self
Some Scratches on wall
comer iffy maims on body
eyes with tears
enough to whelm
the cosmos unabridged.
keeps you from smiling
makes the silhouette dead akin.
with you in every beseech.
eyes stitched to sky.
"Why me" try to justify.
try to catch and vanished
try to feel and offaled
the face always smiling
you see at your decree
Ah! everything, yet void
roads there, forgot walking.
memories haunting
life's subduing
days stringy
nights immortal.
luscious is what death feels.
strive to cope
death tows
try to end
grit succumbs.
no way in and no way out.
separation is what
all about.

Watchman

Its 4 am...
and i'm still sitting in my balcony..
seeing the park in hazy light....
Few coconut trees stand guarding the watchman...
OH!! may be the bottle of local wine possessed his senses...
Or the uncontrolled lousy slumber broke his old fences...
But after all he still is human and old....
His age retiring gesture compelled to work....
I often wonder if its Money he's lurking....
If i could see his eyes, I would tell....
He coughs sometimes, seems ill...
for all the labour and sweat in the hot summer afternoon...
he works at building sight in daylight.....
and guards night with age to fight...
between work he takes his nap...
Oh dear God, how strong is his heart...
en rooted self dependency in the age of crisis...
I can see he's awake and moving...
at this time when mortals are sleeping...