What The...?

A million years of evolution
to die out in a flash
all of us, not one
left even for a newsflash.

Dust and bones is all
buried miles beneath the earth
our blood burnt to run
the world and all its things.

I'm on grass
sitting and thinking...
evolution worth a million years,
to end up on a woman's ears...!?!

Sounds Of Silence

Listening for the sounds of silence
stuck on the other side of the fence
too strained to climb over it
no gaps through which it could fit.

The night is a ribbon of silence,
laced with the honking of trucks,
poeple quacking around like ducks,
the ribbon lies torn, can no longer be fixed

The chirping birds,
the singing bog,
the gurgling river,
lost to the world.

Looking for the fence,
i travel around,
till my feet grow tender,
i don't think it exists,
above the ground,
so it must be
six feet under

Waiting for silence that waits
something finally worth the wait
I stop travelling and stay
let not my end depend on fate.

Fog

Walking around in the night,

Looking for some guiding light,

With not a soul about,

All I see is a fog of doubt,

Everyone seems busy with their own pathetic existence,

Which they all hit with constant persistence,

And I am left with no one near,

Nothing but a tear,

And my blessed tear,

Adds to the fogs mission

further blurring my vision.

Black

Walking in the darkness
searching for a speck of light
and when you find it,
you see its already
being used for lighting
someone else's way.


No stars in the sky,
no moon to guide
no light in my hand,
just a tear in my eye,
there's nothing left to hide
and nothing at all to see
the book lies open
right in front of me,
and yet I wait for a light
to read the book
because the black refuses
to let me see...

Winter

The clouds grow dark
the clouds grow dense
the howling gale
now picks up pace
a lonely weary traveller
now hides his face
melancholy settles at every place
flowers wither hither thither
leaves crunch under his feet
he goes on, no one to meet
rain steps in, cold
he steps through it, bold
his hair shines like snow
forests brown rivers grey
trees without leaves
the silver moon
hides behind the clouds
the smile he had, wiped off
yet the traveller, jaded
moves on along the path

everything turns white
its an artists nightmare
decembers gone yet
here to stay

the traveller lies cold on the road
no one to take him where he goes
no one there to show the way
and slower still his breath fades
the heat of himself dying away

a pleading cry
tears through the sky
as he goes into his icy shrine
the winter shows no respite
no ray of hope in this gloom
no flowers around there bloom
to mark the place where the traveller lay
no flowers to lay upon his grave
no flowers to lay upon his grave...

Black II

Waiting to be seen
the book lies open
in front of me
but the black refuses
to let me see…

But something shines bright
through the dark
an unknown light
a broken rib to re-unite?
or just the glare
of a cold dark night?

Confusions dawn but I hope not day
for the light will then fade away
day doesn’t break thank god at last
so I have the light this night
and forever, for me, to last…

Unsaid or Unheard !?!

A million words go unheard

a million questions unanswered

a million thoughts go unsaid

a painful cry falls on a deaf ear…

when the eyes speak the ears don’t hear

and when the mouth speaks

the eyes don’t see

one can’t hear it

so how can we…?