Peace

The road is quiet
Patches of dry tar
Patches of clear sky
A faint scent of eucalyptus
Dim streetlamp
A lone man stands
Peacefully smoking
Occasional puff of smoke
Content with himself
Looking at the sky
A parked car
As though sleeping
To wake up at dawn
And break the spell
But for now,
The road is quiet

Phoenix

Walking on a lonely road

Patches of dark, without streetlamps

A cemetery beckons

Ghastly silence hinting at his fate

He keeps on walking

An act of defiance

Though in his mind he knows

That the battle is already lost

The graveyard smirks

"Telling him that one day, you shall come to me

And that is inevitable"

But he throws his head back and laughs,

"You think its surrender?

Its a brave man's battle, fought hard

With head held high and glory at helm

You shall take me for now,

But from the ashes i shall rise again".

 

Doodles

Paper in my hand,
A want to write my mind out
I look for the pen,
And something to write about

Aimless words,
Little sense they seem to make
Aimless thoughts,
About this world, real and fake

Why fake i say,
Reality is what i see around me
Why write i say,
The thoughts belong to only me

Pointless rhymes,
My thoughts do wander away
But write i do,
To say what i want to say

So, this is the cure for my itch,
A few words
Out of my pen and on my paper.