There was earth on the Earth
and salt in the sea.
There was a bird
serenading in front of a tree.
(A tiny speck of something...nothing)
There were well-spun clouds
and mountains of stone
and then there was the wind
that flew with a moan.
(It grows...there’s darkness)
There was an army scuttling
into terrestrial mounds;
And the crescent moon
on its daily rounds
(It’s living...there’s darkness)
There were horses galloping
and the ground thundering,
There was the sloth
sitting and wondering.
(It’s moving...There’s light!)
There was the river trickling
and the geysers spewing,
there were the monkeys bickering
and the cows mooing
(And then there was me!
The least important being there could be)

Death will see me one day,
though I see it not.
Amidst the strife or passion,
death will have me caught.

The graves will grow ancient,
the flint will kindle anew,
and though I struggle to endure,
death won't stop to rue.

      ____

When darkness has entombed me,
hark! let no one mourn,
for I was meant to go heart, not soul,
into the unknown.

Fabricate    the world,
tile                     by tile,
Until the towers sway.

     Overlook the foundations,
     in your                     frenzy;
     cement them another day.
      
           Let the buildings descend;
           frightened            humans,
           their lives        in jeopardy

                They felt         invincible,
                now are            vulnerable-
                their lives have become tardy.

                               *        *       *
                 the bird soars high above
                 the streets are         empty
                 its screeches                 for
                 we are no                   more

Perilous deluge...
Barley swaying with the zephyr;
The land is fallow.

Their sanity or form drifted;
They were emigrants
But never immigrants...

If I am the mirror image you desire,
Then I’m a phantom that’ll feed your fire...
...If I am the  object you’ve acquired,
Then I exist and will find the pyre.

The earth burned with a fever that wouldn't falter
my actions were influenced by the same,
the red ball came spinning like a glowing orb,
while my bat simultaneously called out its name.

The beads of perspiration tumbled down,
as the force pulled them apart,
the ball bounced once - towards me,
Physics had enacted its part.

Fusions and fissions altogether,
annihilated and synthesized,
thoughts that wouldn't falter,
even if the ball pitched twice.

Vigour and power bloomed within,
the thirst for victory sizzled out,
the fizz turned into an intoxicating gin,
and out came a guttural shout.

The umpire tensed all his muscles
and raised his hands to call me OUT,
my mind was in a tussle,
and all the grief needed a spout.

All that was left was nothing,
my shoes and my name were in vain,
every footstep was more agonizing than a sting,
life was turning me insane.

The earth's fever had died down,
and so had all of it in me,
all my vision turned brown,
and I was wasted.. wasted into the sadness of sea.