Four sisters...

There were four sisters
all close and loving.
Each got families to
pamper, handcuffs pity them!
Grievous and joyous, the
holidays left, they met
And met again!
Some had gold, some
had rubies, some had
diamonds and it mattered!
The love is lost in
dirty fights and petty thoughts!
No one knew the end.
They don't talk, never met.
Victims were their children,
with empty hearts looking
out for others in vain...

Sleep...

The red and blue checks
on my ceiling with
numerous small pores
to see the faces
of reality fighting
for existence!
My lens loosened
for blurry vision,
zooming out
the lost ones!
The silent night
slowly creeping in,
the cold wind
hunting for souls
to reap...
A howl afar
craving for ears to fill...
The sleep invaded
my blurry eyes
As I fell into
Oblivion.

Smoke...

It's smoke everywhere,
the light is darkening,
Melting everything
along with it,
the fire resisting
death craving for
one more moment
in the very last
left over embers...
Suffocation over the smoke
Unable to breathe,
to spit, to feel,
so numb that the
heart feels yellow.
Let it live,
the fire,
Let it live
The kingdom survives
.

Words...

From what we see,
what we feel, the
thoughts give birth
to untamed words...
It plays around in the mind
craving for a way out...
Words they are, some tasted
well, some spat around,
not all taste good
but still rashly spilt!
Words they are!
We make them and
they make us and
yet they haunt us more!

Him

A dreamer, he was.
a warm heart and
a contagious smile!
His clear eyes, knew
tears better than
anyone, eager to
find the truth...
And a voice like a
long lost melody...
Yet to discover a
beautiful mystery-
Himself!

8, he was.

He had the books,
the brown eyes
eager to sell them.
The thin hands
stuck here to work
for dirty money,
There were others too,
small fights and
helpless tears rolling
down as his hand
held the books tight,
the blurry eyes
with tears staring
at the horizon...
irony cannot be
more well defined.

Howl...

It was a dark night,
a dim street light,
he was on the road,
a shade of white.
It was so silent,
he was looking above
and howling loud and long
into the space, his own
slang into the black.
As he calmed down,
I screamed a 'hi' back!
He looked at me, wagged
and then slept peacefully!