Ashes in the Wind

And here comes the dusk uninvited to the burning ground

Breaching hesitations covered with the red tears

Ashes in the wind, trying to find a home in this dark abyss

All that smoke can be – to wander in its rusty nomadic home

Sparks from the fumes where the smoky flames were kindled

All that fire could torch was the form of expression

The forbidden bushes where denial rules and writhes

As a light feather the soul floats wandering paralyzed

Leaving transparent shadows of mysterious reality

The winds have covered a thousand cries beneath

A roaring widow, a hissing mother of a single child

Grappling with the wounds, assuming the being will survive

Look deep within the hollow immortal, give a reason to exist

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Daily Prompt: Flames

To Be or Not to Be

I often see disgrace in love
I often see selfishness in giving

I feel the force of hatred in me
I feel the shade
But its only a Tree

Sometimes to give
And sometimes to be

As loving as one can
And selfless as a bee

I know it as today
But tomorrow will I see?

A dream of togetherness
with depth of a sea

I don’t know it now
who will tell me how

or whether
‘To be or not to be..’

Dated: October 2009

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Luxurious Foes

Closed caves where the faint torches are lit
Oblivious of heaven, hell and earth they sit
Skies descending with a ruthless desire
Blinded unknown in exile they grapple with tire
Coveted times, it’s an envy in a no man’s land
Displaying ridiculed significance in their times hand
Turmoil in calms as the faces flaunt red
Anger of the unspoken truth and the uneaten bread
Hideous metaphor to hear each one speak
Depth of their existence every single day they seek
Luxurious foes in their closet all along
Waiting to be used up, torn, unworn they wait alone

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj