Blunt swords of
red-eyed karma
spare no one,
A beginning
has an end
Fate a meandering
serpent cunningly
arrives hissing
licking with its
parched tongue
venoms of misdeeds
long done and
forgotten !
By the way
What is in life to
lament about?
A Sysiphian myth
a vision carrying
heavy rock up
a tall slope to
see it rolling
down only to
be lifted again
and again.
I a speck of
gluttonous dust
gloating in the
mighty cosmos
marring my time
by waiting for
a Godot.
A Godot who
arrived and left
like a first kiss,
first spring of
transient youth,
it went a breeze
without any
adieu …
I gleaned
a clownish smile
a house jester
only to seal
septic pains
from oozing
out ofthe
wounded
cracks…
Sipping blurred
coffish concoction
to measure
countless hours
of our life
through vicious
circles of waits
and more
waits
Holy chants offer
no redemption
to my corrupted
heart
just shrill
sounds infused
with ugly hownks
of motors, mere
cacophony..