Amok

Lay its reality flat,
Smoothen what can be-
Do, listen or say, then
Neatly fold the spent day,
Wrap it up in evening velvet,
Tie it with twilight strings,
And put it in the archives.
Change your eyes from
The look mode to watch.
Switch your mind from
Process to wonder.

Lie down on a rooftop,
Gaze up past the clouds,
With a moonink pencil,
Join the starlights with
Silvercurves and
Mercurylines,
Of meshed beasts
Breaking free, unmeshing-
Running amok,
Running away!

Inspired by a post by Ashwarya Agarwal-

https://elephantash.wordpress.com/2016/07/18/ground-control-to-major-tom-2/

Murder

A murder's been committed
One cruel stab at a time
Slow and viscous wounds
Life's been spent and bled.

A murder, yes. But no death
What lived, now merely exists.

Escape

A forgotten sand glass,
A long emptied half, 
Untumbled since 
Before a memory.
Sands weighed under
Themselves turning stone.
A moment someday perhaps
Too alive to be contained
Will tumble the stagnate,
Cracking the standstill;

Time will finally escape.

Rush to catch itself and
Stumble through the jagged
Shards of its crashed tomb,
Grains of its crushed self,
A desert unto the horizon,
Windswept, yet with promise.

To quench an unnamed thirst,

It wanders the tempest dunes,

Chasing sandstorms for a ride

To hunt for fleeting mirages.