Staying is a form of haunting.

I don't know
whether it's the mind or the heart
that refused to let go,
incessant, untouched.

My trail steered towards
their station,
a cerulean sky,
an ekphrastic response

where the jigsaw-interlock
of sand grains mocked
the subtle imperfections
inherent in any life.

So you joined the dance anyway.

Fleeing from the shackles of yesterday,
trickling down to a catharsis
at the slender neck of the hourglass,
the golden grains dribble down
to create my present.

My days out-flowing
the forgottenness of the past
creating a newness
that explodes in every cell!

Countless generations walked here
ever since humanity dawned on this planet.
Some honoured, but many obscure –
like flowers that bloom in the wilderness
without an eye to adore their beauty!

On the sands of time,
they all left their footprints… but
with their swift sweeps, the sea waves
wiped them to oblivion.

But the grains of sand revere
all the feet that ever kissed them.
With great awe, they treasure in their souls
their footprints, celebrate
humanity’s sojourn on this planet!

The trees pressed to the earth,
Express mirth,
To seasons worth.
Their foliage,changing colours,
A palette for an artist's valour.
Heat,rain and snow,
Through it all,they simply grow.
Their fruits I love to eat,
Under their shade,to rest I sit,
Upon one of them,I build a tree house for my son,
To play and have fun.
High and low on the trees,
Birds' nests I see,
According to their kind,
Beautifully designed.
I breathe their oxygen,
Through my lungs it courses on.
I drink their rain,
Live on their grain,
For them I should give a hand,
To save them on this land.

We ponder our existence on the cliffs
                                               of thought,
shall we just gaze at the shallow waves
collecting grains of contemplation.

Or shall we dash our memories
                                    on the rocks of life.
But there is always another view reaching
                                      out to the distance,
And that one we gather our silent thoughts upon.

On a cold night
He drowses a side of road
Heartly praying to God with silence
Next day , with gastric band in stomach
Endless umpteen tears in eyes
Rambles all around
Making melancholy melody
He eats and breaths poverty
And overdose leads to the ***** of death...

Imminent grainy current
constrained in flight
downward
onto
a pile of past moments

                                              /#dmperez