Morphosis

Born, not so long ago, was a simple human being

wandering vast unowned wilds, belonging to nothing.

No race, no caste, no colour, no religion, no creed.

No touch of envy,no upmanship, he did not know greed.

Then was born, not so long ago, within him a sign-

of belonging, of owning, of following, of distancing.

Now he had a name. He lived by a limping blind faith.

Wanting everyone and everything to be like him,to be his.

Forgetting all the colours and laughters he was born with.

Letting go of simple melodies,shying away from happinesses.

Morphed into a ghost.Dead. No love left within nor any dread.

He wandered again. Leaving behind him a thick trail of red.

The Ephemeral

By the mirror she stands, her profile ever so bright

streaming through a curtain, the early morning light;

dancing on her smiling face, romancing her sleepy eyes

I look at her, she slowly turns around, the clock stops.

This silence,her beauty- overlasting the everlasting.

Tic-toc, tic-toc; clock in the corner comes back to life.

The silence fades,light birghtens; filling up the room;

she turns, mirror simmers - ready to engulf her beauty.

I look at her face, she looks back - i am falling in love.

And then, from nowhere, the darkness creeps in slowly

The Light is gone and gone are the dance and romance;

her engulfed beauty was ephemeral, mirror had no chance.

The light, everything bright; nothing lasted except change.

Before it sleeps again; life always wakes up from the trance.