Fallen from the Map

Fallen from the Map

Some day they will wonder
Where did all the people go?
With their dreams and deeds
Now rust and patina buried deep
Entangled in moss and froth
Was it life incomplete
Or how it was meant to be?
They find a tiffin box with
Remnants of a meal
A torn cloth – a shroud or veil
Who will tell?
Buried under the turmoil
A lost city of yore
Fallen from the map
How did it plummet so low!
The Armageddon or Apocalypse
Poisoned air or men at war?
How long to wipe out
Another city, another life;
Push a tribe from the brink
How long after we ignore
Lessons of the dead of lore?

City Dreams

Far away blows
A song in the winds
In a small town I left
For big city dreams.
Now, I rub stinging eyes
To see lyrics float
In the foul smoke!
I can only hope
After the requiem
Behind this curtain
Of stale, putrid air
Vistas I have known
Still manage to survive
Sodden, gray, yet alive.

Far away blows
A song in the winds
In a small town I left
For big city dreams.
Now, I rub stinging eyes
To see lyrics float
In the foul smoke!
I can only hope
After the requiem
Behind this curtain
Of stale, putrid air
Vistas I have known
Still manage to survive
Sodden, gray, yet alive.

Trolled into Silence

Trolled into Silence

Screaming into the void
Like lunatics caged, gagged
Muzzled emotions, numbed
Trolled for spoken words
Sounds buried in the head
Sane voices, now long dead
Victim to resounding fear!

How to silence the howls
Raging, trapped in the mind
Injustice bellows, how to find
Respite, refuge from wounds
Growing like sepsis, unheeded
Gasping for breathe, unheard
Mauled into total surrender.

Strawberries

Like strawberries crushed
To sweeten marmalade
A heart pained
Is shred to bits
Bitter sweet memories
Ruddy peels in jelly mush
Sitting still in fragile jars
Lingering fragrance
Myriad flavors on the lips
Fingers now sticky with
Soulful tales to spread!

Marionettes

Even in the blazing summer
The world has frozen over
Splattered with blood
Of swindled innocents
Loss of generations
Unconsoled lamentations
Our souls so cold
Hearts so numb;
When Gods are at war
Men matter no more?
Just marionettes, petty
In the playbook of destiny!

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