Sledge

Here, I drew some
of my illusions....

At the first light of a morning break
at a sledge travel road:

I seem to imagine
how seagulls swayed up
their wings
to surf an awesome
sky...
they swayed,
fumbled,
and bended,
in between water's
clime.

It was a heartless embed,
uneventful,
as they sled
on white water rocks
to floor a slide
and swing up
a speed raft show!

Upturning…

They cried a simple
shriek….
all around rehearse;
They felt nothing,
of sort but see
a clear blue sky
winning their hearts.

Mind's illusion...

I decided to travel
back on a sledge
home ward by feet,
and earth swallowed
my every step.

Afar...
the sea seem to listen
an inkling sound
underneath
my feet;
while my mind wanders
an edge of a dream,
unrelenting,
unsatisfying,
which was
pain.

A String Line Show

In a riverine theatrics,
I witness a rapid flow:

Stream water rumbles a squirt,
in densely dance, a full swing
as this piece
flowed down river
with no sense
of haste.

I saw a tiny thread,
in an omniscient show!
No skit can write
this wonder
an inkling
or so.

But
I saw it tireless
in a gentle water
play.

No eloquence.

But
an underplay
of unknown
wonders!

A beauty.

Yet to me:
a string line
thread
may mean a life
or death
spread.

Sleep

No sound
as in midnight...
the wind
trembles
while
profusely
dying
a silent
urge to rest.

No feeling
to animate
a carousel
of wing-like blow
from beneath
a stigma
of unknown
consolation

Indeed
silence prevailed
a moment
when everyone
is exhausted
by the day
of metamorphosis.

Wait till
silence
influence
the bubbling
switch anew.

I take a road

I'm not an actor
but I wear lavish clothes
in luxury.

One day...
I take a road
to search meaning of life
as I walk by;
I try to heal
this broken heart
and see my past dies.

Another day...
I take a road so far
to spend a moment of life
playing as I breathe by;
I see plenty of heart ache cry,
but yes a loser I was
to witness the present die.

Now,
I live as king on my own
wearing sack cloth
and outdate jewelry.

I dwell in a makeshift hut
bind no nails least carton rods;
my light is a fire out
of a streetlamp shadow;
a fair consolation
from a well-off few.

I own no riches of fine gold:
no mansion’s ensign,
no linen clothes.
Yet I’m happy like a beggar,
with freedom
in style.

I took a lonely road

I'm no-one's personality
but wearing lavish clothes
and bountiful jewelry.

One day...
I took a road alone
to search meaning of life
as I walk by;
I try to mend
this broken feeling
as I reflect, the past die.

Another day...
I took a road alone again
to recuperate from hurting upend
as I breathe by;
I see plenty of hearts loudly cry
in the center of a maze
as I see, the present die.

Now, I'm no-one's dignity
wearing sack clothes
and less jewelry.

I dwell in a makeshift hut
bind no nails least cartoon rods;
my light is a fire out
of a streetlamp shadow;
a fair consolation
from a well-off few.

I own no riches of fine gold,
no mansion's ensign;
but live like a beggar
with freedom
in style.

I'm on a lonely road

one day…
i’ve taken a road alone
searching…
as i walked by;
trying to mend
unknown feelings
i couldn’t understand.

another day…
i’ve taken a road alone again
searching my soul…
as i wander by;
seeing many wonders
unknown in my being,
i couldn’t understand why.

i’m alone
no identity
no people to love.

i’m dwelling in this makeshift hut
made of cartoon boards with no nails
but plastics overboard.
i saw lights while walking
in these lonely roads,
but trailed them off
again to this wilderness.

all alone
no identity
no people to care.

i saw no lights while seeking
in this lonely road
i’ve chosen to walk by.

i’m a beggar.

Daylight Silence

Wind stopped, no sound is heard:
trees, flowers, grass and living
just marvel this ominous wonder!
No running away, movement is remote.
Birds fly no wind, wings stagnate
as if a stone impregnate a vacuum.

No breathe, time is suspended.
Everything is motionless,
dark awaits no sunlight fell.
Heaven's ward felt aloof,
no ocean temper between shores:
no seabed display of crystal chores.

Life isn't an alluring wish,
just suspended in two live races.
It comes to naught, frigidly zero
no reason to dwell, time's abhorred.
Wind's bottomless beauty ends,
Yes, a daylight silence mends.

Dark Light

So dark is the world, light is abomination
Cleave hard to a rock, forget imagination
Walk in faith don’t slumber, slide comprehension
You’ll see angels whine, sparkles like circled clime.

So wide is the world, space is consternation
Trumpets sound a triumph, hear no confirmation
Walk in unity no breather, pile charge, confusion
Feel rumbles in vain air, smells hard in fission.

So uncontainable is dark, light is a grieve miracle
The space is undivided, no need of imagination
But fear is insurmountable, no fountain nor oracle
You touch its water, reality is no configuration.

When will this battle end, good and evil barely mend
No planets, stars, nor galaxies of sort by far to land
No humans, no plants, no trees nor movement at hand
On this dying world, yes, surely a curtain bend!

Angelic Light

I’m gone, confused.
Things are now rightly blinded.
It occurred last time.
But,
It seems that things are weary;
Surrendering,
Haunting,
Can’t bend over
Nor hold on to it!

I’m gone too, greatly confused.
Many things’ve changed.
It never occurred before.
But,
It seems now it’s lighted;
Omniscient,
Translucent,
I can wear it up.
Well, down if needed.

Smile,
These are your wings.
Come follow me,
We need to fly up
And swing our flaps
Within this omnipotent
Light!

Still confused?

No, not anymore.
I know,
You are near.

Light-shattered vision

This woman
wander, teasing
the tree,
the wind,
the dawn light…

illumined her shade,
tipped oft by a stick.

Her eyes were shrunk,
heavy, laden,
whitened.

Her hands
were ragged by mud on;
last day’s rainfalls
swarmed
her day.

She vied
her way out
with silent steps emanating,
thence,
left her marks
a wobbled footsteps
buried with her
light-shattered
vision.

But, why
life is so cruel
on others
who’d need her most?

I’ll say no evil,
yet the dawn’s
turning
her darkest
rest!