barren earth
does it dream? in technicolor
of vibrant flower..........
the clouds that never pause to pour
the wind that ever moves on
forever the dust
forever the lust
the unfulfilled desires
the uncalled for fate
barren earth
in its sleep, in its countless
colourless waking hours
does it weave with
scores of scents
a deathcloth to cover
its forever life..........

Run
Fast, far, don’t look back
Pursuit is hot
Track is long

Run
Don’t dare to stop
Forget your tiredness
Ache in your limbs

Run
Stalker is not out
But within
Outrun if you can

Run
Away and away
From everything
Within and without……

Rain
Outside the windows,
A breath beyond the grasp;
Gazed upon by mountains.
Of  solitude impregnated in silence.
Rain , they say ,
Washes out.
Rain pours on ,
And on.
An embrace beckoning ,
But never  receiving.
Senses strive to dissolve,
For once and ever.
Cold refuse to penetrate,
To the longing marrow.