Archive for April, 2015

fury unleashed

let me quietly wish the storm that you unleashed on all those caught unaware will be able to pray for your blessings still strange are your ways of reminding us the limits bounded scope of aspirations we need to grant ourselves yet every time we are out of step the fury of nature tamed by [...]

traces of leftover marks

dont look for marks leftover by the tight noose that you tied around the feet of those who tries to liberate from your servitude you can not forgive nor forget the whiplashes of time

a devotional scarf

did you try to tear the scarf apart which had adorned your shelf for so long hoping that prayers of the givers persuade you to be pensive prescient of quietude

the shadows of smiles

shadows of smiles are not enough it seems now why will it be, after all the wrinkled sheets covered grave wind blows stones press the pieces of prayers dont wait move on, withered wishes are scattered in the garden they will manure your hopes and my blessings

was it right

stretching the rope you wove with so much effort to tie a moment that was pure, so what if a bit tense, wasn’t worth, you assert but it seems now it wasnt wasted it has precipitated a silver crust of all the foam churned by my conscience while stretching the rope let me heave a [...]

We can still craft the sails

Punctured sails Slow wind Boat is in disarray Don’t worry Pray The sea was kind But you threw away the oars Jumped onto the ships That seemed faster and gay Now pray May be the clouds have a conscience They will reflect On soaking all the tears And yet raining the Storm Hold on Don’t [...]