Fallen leaves

A withered oak leaf often weeps in...
Not for separation from the tree so much
As for the change in the eyes of the master
The leaf cared, nourished & pampered, till yesterday
Subject to trample and strangle of today
Not that its beauty has faded
Nor because its elegance has receded.
"Hey the withered, trampled and strangled!!"
Mocked the majestic oak each day at the fallen leaves
"I am the Victor, the master of the day
And you the silent onlooker....."
The fallen leaves wept in silence
Till the day when wind flew them to distant land
They declared " You are mistaken dear friend...
You have no clue as to what I can be"

I can make my footprints over the clouds
I can borrow the bird's wings to touch the sky
I can steal colours from rainbow for myself
I can reach the rain drops to sip water for myself
And when I die I can help another tree grow.

And You- my friend are merely a tree, a thirsty oak
Bound by myriad inertias of life
While I am a dream, I live for a dream
And can die for one...

The Fears that keep me awake overnight
The Inertias that want me to stay still, always
The Dilemmas that make me a prisoner of indecision
The Hitches that say "Oh!! How can you do that"
The Inhibitions that pull me backwards
The Fallacies that prove me wrong, always...
I shall win you all with my ink...

the heavens had fallen
woe coiled about the earth
while his muse plucked the singing arrows
sticking out of his chest like harp strings
a mythical epic tearing into the clouds
a force for liberation in touch with its inertias
jiggling the ultimatums like **** on a treadmill
her radiant ***** lit the sunset like a comet
which doesn't come up in my spell checker either
anyhow charmed into her black widow arms
in front of a massive god-hewn stone altar
the peasants were praying to their media gods
the sky was torn off its thundering hinges
and cast under the hooves of their black unicorns
hurling us listlessly into the era of detail
which merely requires confrontation every time
the nemesis ******* print their news
with rhinoceros horn hammers on your head
Beauty's ******* sister Justice screams
laughing at the improbabilities
of a longish gauntlet running puzzle
right when you think you have it
they got you by the lips the nemesis *******
a shelf full of pain killers for your every move
I guess it's because rain is simpler than love
guess again was her habitual greeting
so we pounded until the bed broke
from the seething energies of speculation
spitting boiler sparks nostrils filled with soot
I saw through it all every granule
life is discovery in every banal instant
which makes it not so banal
seen from under a rustling riverbank willow
the wheat stalks were golden with fruit
still mortal after all these tears
an occasional sitcom laugh track ******
arise ye wretched derelicts
from trailer park to metropolis
I promise you a Jacuzzi spa
filled with the juice of nectarines
from the semi-divine Army of Grace
on every unlit street corner
a beer soaked rebuttal follows
while we feast upon the carrion of
plagiarists and Kafka magistrates
dead as a toad under the traction wheel
the world needs a gigantic Spring Break
an earnest burlesque before God's breezy perch
my head is now a gravitational anomaly

From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon