An ode to thee

Thy eyes: dreamy
Beyond my comprehension,
Looking through me...
And my stark nudity audacious,
Yet a maligned frailty, ...and surrender!

Thy touch: divine
Hands clasping mine,
Containing fulfilment and silent peace.....
A shadow bearing me,
A light so dark!

Thy scent: daffodil
Falling petals on rain fed marshes,
Pacifying the insatiable....
Sacred prayer flowers,
Kept in a broken vase!

Thy voice: dulcet
A hundred instruments in harmony,
A crescendo and silence....
The sweet whisper of a silent breeze,
Alas! A perfect vacuum!

Me a paralysed Caliban,
A blank stare,
The violent rage of the oceans.....
A black iron heart,
Yet, a love so complete and a devotion so fervid!...

Death of a rat

Ah! (again) the passing thought,
Bolting through the neural pot .
The will, it steers, the falling arrears....
Enlightenment! alleviating ferocious fears.


Think once of the paralyzed rodent,
Struck by the venomous snake bite
Falling raindrops on sand – (the scent).....
The perfect death bed: an ordinary respite.


As the snake makes the last move,
A smiling rodent finds his muse.
And I wonder which was the final nail,
The snake, the venom or the truth assail ....