Tilted Rays

1st August '2015

I see the rays falling in straight tilted lines
I see them through closed eyelids
They fall right
They fall left
But none on me.

A strong ray that percolates in seems to lose its sheen
As soon as it touches me
Why don't I get the grace?

Am I not grateful?
Maybe not.
But is it intentional?
Definitely not!

Please fall on me rays.
I need you

another day

5th June '10

'don't you ever stop writing!' ...someone had told me..

I wish i'd never

But 'they' left me

the spirits, the writing spirits..

no frenzy grips me now

no words come to caress my soul

nothing

in a bubble but not blind

in a pool but the heat gets to me still

an elemental change is happening..

or has it happened already?

What’s life without poetry?

12th April '10

The mundane you do through life, you love, you laugh, you cry, you worry and you think yeah you are living. And you’re probably right!

The truth is this writing has no purpose. 

Maybe it’ll gain perspective as it evolves, but I wouldn’t pin up the hopes too high.

Some hours are empty, but so full of thought

Some days are busy, but so void of thought

It’s thought that you can maybe grasp

It’s the day which you can almost not catch

It’s the hours which rain

All the way down to the base of a stationary Sand Clock