it came one day, uninvited

a knock on the door
followed by a reluctant tap
the sound of snow
crushed beneath subdued feet

a moment's silence
and then another knock
will you open the door?
will you let it in?

you stand close
with your ears to the door
you, as uncertain as those feet
on the other side of the door

you can hear them walk away
and then turn around
and then another gentle reluctant tap
you clench your fist
there is a twitch on your face

you stand still
then you find out
you haven't been breathing
you stand there not making a sound

the old man's clock on the wall
ticking on the rhythm of your beats
you know you shouldn't
come what may

you close your eyes
hoping the feet would go away
you know you shouldn't have
instead you open the door and say
do come in and please tell me you would stay

A Touch of Blush

Spent

I am dry,

Like an ink-pot, centuries old,

Lying in some forgotten corner,

Gathering dust, carefully preserving memories beneath.

I am dry,

Like the palette, once alive with fresh colours,

But now, just a vessel, blotched,

A grotesque mix of arid, stubborn, crumbling tinges.

I am dry,

Like the bruised tip of an overused, now discarded quill,

That once captured the journey of life,

Now in silent hysterics, tries to remember the meaning of its own.

I am dry,

Nothing more to say or show, spent,

Like a home, once throbbing with life,

Now just a structure with tightly closed doors and windows.

Buried at sea

You and I,
Travelers on the same boat,
Left stranded, rudderless,
Hope drifted, afloat.
The shore seems a distant dream, Mirage like,
Playing, pawing in reality,
Though a false respite it may seem.
The sun burns over our heads,
The salty winds burn our wounds,
The hunger...the thirst,
The darkness, before our eyes,
In broad daylight.
No, we know,
No one is coming to rescue us,
No man or divine intervention,
A watery burial awaits in attention.
The sea, like a wanting lover,
Flows, overflows,
Eager to meet with the land,
Just as disappointed as us,
For a lost horizon.
We know,
Now is the moment to let go,
To forget the dreams and joys of reaching a destination,
It was meant to be,
Our destination was the journey.

Metamorphist 1

Metamorphist 2

i am home