Halt

Thoughts continue to simulate life

Life continues to live

to assume roles of hollow accomplishments

Life continues to live

to measure actions on a scale of morality

Life continues to live

an assortment of experiences

manifesting themselves to be consumed

by existence

within the grave of perpetual nowness

Thoughts halt.

Covered

 

A loner's head

There is another world, where none had been,
Far bigger and far spread, which none had seen,

Where the shadows dance when the lights are dim,
Where the dogs are immortal yet pray the chicken,
Where the portrait is on fire and not the lady within,
Where the winter is warm as strange it may seem,
Where the chairs march and the troops dream,
Where the sloths are triumphant yet lamenting,
Where the notes are perfect yet no discipline,
Where the whole is inside not the part is in.

The poet is famous yet the poems are clandestine.
Turn the last page in a loner's head the book begins.

The Tree

The tree trapped in its own dream, motionless.
The dust took turns to meander with the water sliding down the trunk.
The branches bowing day by day, asking the roots, can you hear.
Starving root are busy going deep far from surface, speechless.

- Krishnendu Mitra

Escape

 Trembling with fear i take every step;
getting closer to the horizon.

 The tides gushing through my legs;
filling the void left behind the footsteps.

I hear the shells whisper to my ear,
"dread no more ,soon your soul will unite with infinite".

Submerged, i feel no pain,
I wish, you come to the shore,
my last breath will touch your feet with each following tide.

Peace

                          
Silence beckons the mellow echoes of gasping,
of the broken old white haired lady.

Flames compete to rise against the thick spiraling smoke,
"beat the woods", said they, thrusting another poke.

The soul left for abyss, the brain bubbled out between the molten fleshes,
finally found peace when soaked into the morning dew, settled on ashes.

Catching Butterflies