Willing to Wait

Tick-tock

the clock is running

Humid air hung in solemn

sun at its peak

The shadows stagnant

in a few millimeter's radius

at her feet.

"To whom do we serve

this purpose in vain wait?"

As she was a statue

among trees.

Busy bustles

the slur of passing cars

Often a shrill of

screeching asphalts

Steady wind

that does not sway

a strand of her hair.

"To what could be accomplished

by standing still?"

Both hands hanging

limply by her sides.

Graying clouds

Leaves in concrete motions

Stale air

accompanied with

the sun's stench

Amidst the life on the go

Face blanked

where emotions had fled.

"Why keep on doing

something without purpose?"

With that,

sighed in resignation. //

05-december-2013

Simple Wish

Sleep seemed

to be the farthest sound

One that strained to hear.

Strange,

that melody kept playing on

but the words

sounded gibberish

that passes through the canals

of my thoughts.

Strange,

that melody of no rhythm

no notes could hold,

like water

I could contain at the

cup of my palm.

Sleep seemed

too far for me to reach.

No metaphors

could symbolize

an act of pure desperation.

No reasons

could amount

to questions with no lead.

Strange,

that I couldn't use

a sense to perceive

something slipping

from my grasp.

The act of

closing the eyes

Where the senses

could still drift

midway,

from the linen sheets,

the stagnant air,

the stale taste,

and that metallic stench.

Where I could

hear that annoying buzz

Heat from a

drenched

blanket of wooden cloth.

There it goes,

the crowning of thorns,

the horizon

spreads its wings

and that shimmer

of orange light

painting the floors

blood red.//

29-January-2014