Erosion
Tonight the wind was furious and nature poked the sky —
till it cried in crescendo with thunder claps running ceaseless laps,
I was there, eye to sky; melting beneath the under of unders,
Recollecting blunders, asunders, numbers, dates and deaths I had to die to become the ‘me’ I am —
And where did it all lead?
It bled out like aqueous lead, knitted into lines that climbed out of my heart,
Poetry needs not permission to wind threads through the thoughts and images that the mind tramples upon ..
So I slept while standing,
Eyes locked with moon,
Cascading away like a mariner’s croon,
Painting with words like the creator I was —
In that fabric of dreams, the ‘now’ we like to call the moment..
I am just carbon and bad timing,
Half water, an unrhyming,
The one who never found his place,
The picture of the steep fall from grass to grace.
The rain poured down heavily in bid to match this blazing winter,
Tucked in words began to whimper on these pages of erosion.
