Life’s a door
I cannot open
My thoughts are worn
My words are gone.
I come from a place
small and obscure
I can never leave it
I loved the clouds not the skies.
Tag: short poem
Dream Pillow
I woke to the quiet night,
grabbed my pillow and
shuffled the dreams inside.
Waiting so long
Look back while the morning comes,
Find your face on the mirrors edge,
Ride the moonlight rays,
It rains while you hide in shade.
What’s that, that stays the same?
What’s in playing with your crown?
I’m staring through glass,
So wear the grey before you fade away.
A Sunset Road
The road ahead sprawls under the setting sun,
Half draped in banyan shades, half in orange.
I love the full moon of the cloudy night,
The road an endless serpent; the moon a hidden pearl.
To Fly
Not fully awake,
I dreamt I was flying,
I closed my eyes
And again I was.
Meld
Like drawn breath and a weight on ones soul
the pause is heavy and cannot be held.
In the silence I wait, carrying the hot coal
till into life’s swell I meld.
Among others on the stroll,
with nomad hearts so easily quelled,
the toll that will soon cajole
and into the great sleepy waters weld.
In trance none will wish or extol;
so pleasant what once dwelled
in the dreams that stole
the pause of a soul held.
The Sights of Night
Sprung darkness marks light,
when so swift dawns night,
feet echo past light and sight.
The bright might of feline eyes,
out of sight under human skies,
scrutinize under shadowed guise.
Rijul Ballal 