Longing to Escape
for my wife
abandon the imagined martyrs
I long to lie at your feet, besides
being tied to death this is
my one duty
when the heart’s mirror-
clear, an enduring happiness
your toes will not break
a cat closes in behind
you, I want to shoo him away
as he turns his head, extends
a sharp claw toward me
deep within his blue eyes
there seems to be a prison
if I blindly step out
of with even the slightest
step I’d turn into a fish.
Published in Pen American Centre
Pen Drawing by Amitabh Mitra
Wow Amitabh.Another good piece of drawing from you...usha
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Usha
ReplyDeleteMy Fear is Complete
ReplyDeleteI don’t have a friend
As I travel the night
Lurking creatures rustle
Half hidden from sight
Self imposed enemies
And forms of delusion
Create the fear
That feeds my confusion
I flee in a panic
To find my way home
My distrust and my greed
Assure I’m alone
Falling shadows
Creep cross my path
Pointing black fingers
They all start to laugh
They know that I’m totally
Lost to myself
The joker of spades
Is what I’ve been dealt
With aching bones
And too heavy a load
I’m alone and confused
At a fork in the road
As I try to decide
Which path will be right
I can’t catch my breath
And I’m losing my sight
I limp in pain
On down the road
My mind is dim
And my spirit is cold
A black throated wind
Blows cross my heart
I wish for a new day
To make a new start
I’d treat my new friends
With loving compassion
To help those in need
Would become my passion
But I lived my life
As cold as the stones
Stacked up to cover
A pile of bones
Selfish worms
Ate the flesh in this grave
And now myself
I can’t even save
I can’t even stand
My own constitution
And burning in hell
I’ll pay restitution
My demons will smile
Because they know they have won
As they pierce me with swords
As hot as the sun
Burning swords
Of truth and justice
Slice away all
After which I had lusted
Why could not I be happy?
With all I’d been blessed
With deceitful passion
I stole from the rest
But now in the distance
I see my temporal home
Where I hoard all my objects
And I’m always alone
I can’t believe
That with all I had stole
I can’t begin to fill
This hole in my soul
I unlock the gate
And turn to the right
My logic and reason
Have fled into the night
I hear wings flapping
Was it that of a dove?
How could I miss it before?
What I needed was love
I hobble up
The crumbling old stairs
In this cold realm
Where nobody cared
Through the door
And into my place
Where empty nothingness
Fills up the space
With eyes of deception
And lips of deceit
With myself as my enemy
My fear is complete
http://darkestpartoflight.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-fear-is-complete_7727.html