Snow flies
And so shall I fly:
Stable but absent;
Nose towards sky.
White tiger
Plays softly nearby
Pine tree
Getting decorated.
I gift each breath
The bellow of my chest;
Abdomen to rumbling,
Seated like stump.
I seek nothing
And return to nowhere.
My wings of a vision
Leave me numbing home.
What is it that has fallen
Deep into the ravine of life?
Glee?
Say naught your revival
Heart of subconscious,
There exists no more greenscape
– Though Spring all around –
Barren and lifeless
Rocks and charred stumps
It is grave, this desire
And it shall no more be confined
To rotten corners of hidden gems
Nay, it has become.
Tomorrow, when I go for a walk
It’s not going to be just a regular walk
Through trails I’m familiar with
No
I’m going to turn a new corner
Into a world I’ve never seen,
Parts only open to wide eyes
Like these eyes will be
Tomorrow, when I go for a walk.
And if it should come
To the end I never expected there to be
I will sit down upon any stump I should see
With my wide eyes ready
For what they once could not see
And I will pray to the Gods
Should they be listening to me
For one sweet moment
To ponder
If I have been set free
And if it should come.