Addicted to chaos I enjoy the rumblings Of thunder hounds Gathering in the horizon Promise of a storm In the dark clouds; The Devil howls A clarion call For rain to descend; In torrents, in the slush I am one with the anguish Of nature, flooding Drifting, breaking
Did the strings break Or the melody die out Were they so complex The words and the sounds? Composing emotions Did you fall into the trap Of raking up memories Kept under a wrap? Now here’s a whimper There a mad laughter Grief from the past Rises in dark spectre!
Gulmohar trees swaying In the summer heat Tawny branches bursting With fiery flowers, Crimson petals carpeting The gray gravel road Gleefully picked up For sword fights With tender stamens; The tiny tip breaking free In innocent games Losers none, all winners be! Green sepals become Fake nails in child’s play It is all beautiful, speckled Like colors of tomorrow! A burst of tanginess Tingling the soul, Children head home Chewing sepals, petals; Just a flower, so much to give Until it melts – orange, blue All comes to rest, in dusky hue!
Take me to apple orchards, For walks in lavender fields Show me colors so idyllic Make me forget darkness On the road and in my destiny! Adorn me with terracotta jewels Trinkets of clay, as sublime, fragile As my soul that will discard All that seems so precious today!