1. FEAR

 

An inevitability

of a thought

grows in the mind's abyss.

 

I am jolted awake

in my bed,

the sleep feels helpless.

 

A restlessness

creeps out of the blanket,

an inward void

moistens the pillow.

 

On my heart's wall,

a desolation casts a shadow;

it haunts me

like a silhouette of a bitter memory.

 

A faltering silence

drifts in the chill of the air

laden with a grief of a forever loss.

 

My breaths fade away

like faint faces

in a jaded dream.

 

An obscure obsession

with a deep-seated apprehension

gives way to an epiphany,

it lifts the shroud of

a death-like guilt.

 

The night still gives me a fright

but the nocturnal illusions

do not petrify me anymore.

 

 

2. WHEN A ROOM IS VACATED

 

Some fallen hair strands

drift in the breeze

from a window left open

-- for voices

to make an exit.

 

The unsaid ones stay

clinging to the lonely walls.

Those pauses, silences

-- refuse to leave...

 

And there are so many

unspoken farewells, inarticulate partings

that make a home there!

 

Residues remain on the floor

from things shifted

as a fly feeds

on crumbs -- that have almost no expiry date.

 

A paper holding a moment lived with excitement

lies like a shred of an unremembered dream.

It yearns to be picked up and seen --

but there are more worthwhile things

to be checked and carried

in a bag of memory --

torn from an end,

unseen.

 

3. A BULLET

 

A bullet knows what's expected from it,

and it delivers.

 

A bomb never conceals its purpose,

and it annihilates.

 

The missiles aren't cruel,

they are meant for rude impact.

 

The bullets, the bombs

don't understand

the helpless horror of seeing a loved one bleeding and dying in pain.

 

The missiles

don't understand

what grief of a soaring dream struck midair

feels like.

 

In the end, they serve their purpose...

In the end, it's the destruction and death that wins.