Dreams

To,

A new dawn, a new day, new world. It’s been a while but it has come along.

What? A NEW POEM! Oh, also the historic SCOTUS judgement about same sex marriages. Yes, good things are happening this week. Along with some bad things, but as of now, I shall celebrate the good. The bad has a longer graph to fill, let me gauge upon it later.

I dream of echoes on silent streets

With flashes of reds and greens

Blinking for me, for my eyes have stopped

Short, and my breath has blanked out;

My brain has not mapped what road I’m on

and I’m trapped in this place on my own.

Save me the trouble,

Route me out,

This rout is turning me about, around myself

A riot within,

The place seems distant from the dream,

The place which sells souls, boxes for houses

And souls who pay with dreams, for better nightmares.

I want no purchased omen

I want to live free,

Feel, something soothing smooth,

But my plight,

That I have been

Blighted by a fiery knife.

It’s burning me, this life.

I want to dream, of reams

Of paper boats that float

While dancing rivers sway to and forth,

And I with the courage to course this

Coarse course, turn to the bright side.

Riding the edge of this tide,

Watch the sun set at twilight.

An Elegy on the death of My Beard

To them who cannot afford a smile

thank you for gathering in here

as of today, it has been a while,

parting ways with a friend so dear

Them gods were kind enough,

Or perhaps twas a scientific miracle

My face, Like a diamond in the rough

Thanked such a prophecy from the Oracle.

Long had I yearned for it,

and to grow it was not the only aim

But to rear the soft sheer dammit!

Unperturbed, devoid of any maim

Slowly, steadily it grew on me

As I let it grow;

From specked, stubbled to thick and bushy,

as if nothing could stop its flow.

But, ill-timed fate it was,

Or the gods had grown jealous,

Though mostly my mother was the cause,

Couldn’t shave myself off it, as tragedy befell us.

It was one Tuesday strange,

Teary eyed, buckets I cried

Raised the blade, forced the change;

Flushed the remains that had survived.

There was a ghoul in the mirror,

My face now lacked a soul,

A horror story that made me shiver,

thinking about the orphaned little mole.

I say, never in an eternity wilt fade thy grace,

Once again will return your panache;

And until it you replace, will sport my face

Freddie’s epic black moustache.

The Explorers

Sit down she said, you’re gonna love this ride

Listen to the rules, carefully abide

This is no ordinary journey

We’re aiming for stars, reaching for the moon

So be prepared now, if all goes according to plan, we won’t be back any soon.

I told her I want to pilot this ship

Take charge of the entire trip

She said oh no you must focus on the view outside

Take things slowly in your stride.

In you though I must confide,

This is one thing I’ve never tried.

Still trusting her, mostly my instincts though,

We blasted off at the speed of light

Propelling against nature’s thrust

Seeing layer after layer of depleted air

Leaving the blue behind for a jet black lair.

Thousands of miles away now, we had each other to trust

So off came the seat belts, gravity’s bubble did burst.

No time for pleasantries then, she still focused on commanding the ship

Do as you’re told, don’t lose your mind.

But, alas! We weren’t on earth confined

Mesmerized by the beauty here,

Or perhaps the colourful spheres;

I temporarily turned blind.

And mute.

And deaf.

I knew not what was coming my way

Were we on the right path?

Or was I being led astray?

I wasn’t thinking right,

Maybe I wasn’t thinking at all

It probably was too late now

To take any decisive call.

Satellites, meteors, asteroids fell

Was it even real now, I hardly could tell

Entrapped by the sights

I never noticed, my captain had fled

The ship infinitely sailed in the sea of doom

While I tried to aesthetically nurture

My senses in a universal cocoon

Strangely though,

The only thing,

My mind echoed,

Are those words I last heard back on Earth.

Be prepared now, if all goes according to plan, we won’t be back any soon.

We won’t be back any soon.