Sleep

On my way to sleep

I ponder about hours that made the day

Until heaviness knocks eyelids

Carrying weight of thoughts, day and night

And anticipate next daylight

Like a waning little blue flame

That dies into thin air

Where does it really go

When a void of darkness surrounds?

Thoughts

There’s a chamber I entice you to visit.

But you impishly refuse.

I keep anticipating your appearance

but you fancy arriving unsolicited.

And then you linger around 

when I don’t want.

 Oh dear, I have always wanted to ask

where do you live, if not in my mind?

Though, these days, you’re a little tamed.

I summon, and you do budge.

I take a little liberty then

to watch you fool around.

You trade your clothes so quick,

like moods of the sky.

I judge you not.

But in wonder, may I ask-

when one day I relocate my chamber,

and you struggle to find your way,

would you admit defeat?

and stay away when I demand?

Empty

This emptiness has a

hopeless poet, at loss.

While words spring in bounty,

What just are words without a string?

Fragile beads pour from empty cups,

hungry to fall on the

tongue of the one wanting to read.

From empty cups, one can drink.

In emptiness, ironically,

no space there is

for letters even.

Let alone words meaningless.

For the first time,

A full bowl of glass beads there is.

But the thread itself,

has fled into emptiness.

Fire

In quietness, 

I am thorough blue.

Violent crimson, 

in muddled chaos.

My resolve to touch Him, 

sets off a trail.

Ironically, accompanied by

His gentle glow.

I sprint relentlessly,

unapologetic, mad, 

like wildfire 

you’ve only heard of.

Too hot it may be, 

trust me, 

to bar me with 

your bare hands now.

Moon

Ignorant was I,

of your ways.

Unaware of your forms,

unconscious of your poise,

I looked in the clouds,

to see much later, a fine face.

On days you are absolute,

From you, I’ll drink wild.

You play within me, us

and the ocean.

From now,

Your tides, I’ll gladly ride.

Like leaves from a darling book,

you turn every night.

Invariably now my hungry eyes,

hunt for your regal curves in the sky.

Rains

Intriguing, not just the rain;

But the drama of light and sound

that it begets.

A vein of blue light soaks the sky,

baffling us

into thinking that it’s daybreak.

A light, bright enough to expose

raindrops as shimmering snowflakes,

against its lustrous gleam.

Chased by a crash of sound;

A passionate growl,

brash enough to startle even so-called brave,

shudder in shock.

Rains, like pails of water flung

back to Earth, the wrath of clouds.

Ah! These cycles.

What does breaking-free from it mean?

Darkness

Tonight, I am not afraid of darkness.

My eyes are closed

and now open.

Nothing changes- immobile darkness.

Tonight, I am undaunted.

 

I look around to drink in

My room, my hands, my face.

Only boundaries of skin.

So insignificant.

Tonight, I am not afraid of it.

 

I am not scared of it devouring me

I am not scared of ghosts like I used to be.

I pine for darkness in place of lightbulbs

Because tonight, fluorescence drips from my spine.

And tonight, I am willing to diffuse in it.