The flotsam

Light and slight,
The flotsam floated along
Its flow of plight.
The shore hard to judge,
Nowhere in sight.
The waves brought foam to mouth,
As the salted eyes,
Found it difficult to focus.
Noir beseeched the mind
As dreams that seemed to real,
Now seemed hard to chase.
The paper shards,
Fell around like brittle glass-
Reflections of all the bitterness,
That lacked a vent.
The spindled body,
Tough and hard against
The current-
Corseted the corpse,
That decayed within.
The arrhythmic heart beats
Testified to all that rot inside.
Crushed and suffused,
The red of love-noise-
Rose up as smoked ash-
To find solace in the grey clouds.
Lightning now,
Could illumine no way-
As the weary mind,
Sought its escape,
From the folly that the
Sands of Time entailed-
Or perhaps it was the mind's mistake as well.
The lackluster spirit awaited the final end-
Rooted to its place sunless.
The floating tide swept it along
Its way- away-
As the flotsam prayed for Death
As its ultimate release
From all the shades of sham
It faced.

A Date with Fate

I wait for the end,
As the pain seems too much to bear.
Suffering be optional.
Yet tryst with it seems a must.
The sparkles of joy amiss,
The weary eyes,
Stare unblinking at the horizon.
The peace that the end might give,
Seems tantalizing and elusive.
It skirts hold
While the greyness
Of the way appears cold.
Aloof from all the music that plays around-
The pale face unable to emote-
The streaks of kohl settle as deep orbs
Of liquid pain.
Loveless or lovelorn,
The feet allow themselves be dragged-
In the slow pace of dichotomy.
The dry eyes,
Envision a tortured portrait of you and I-
The drumbeats fading out
While the barren desert awaits its Shaman,
To chant for death.
The mind traces patterns across all the Faces,
She has seen-
Yet in crowd,
She dilated pupils seek the only one known.
The grimness shows as a straight line,
As realization dawns that mercy remains,
At the hands of her keeper.
Bottled up in the queer spirit
Of bitter bilious love-
That gags her as it spreads through her-
Restraining speech-
Her silent plea for justice.