Silent Whispers

clouds astray,
set on fire,
a gilded sky
whispers silently,
to hush a heart
longing to meet
its desire.

A Thousand Names for Death

When the Hand of God touches down
to kiss the trembling earth,
a thousand voices scream out loud
to bring heaven down to earth;
Pain, agony, fear and loss,
disheveled cloches of Death,
how do I disrobe myself
and meet you with joy instead?
A body trapped beneath the rubble,
or washed away in a flash,
a newborn struggling with tubes and stents,
a wife languishing for her spouse;
a tree trembling as it loses a leaf,
a dog licking its pup - stillborn,
a young girl writhing with broken bones and heart,
done to death by a beast in human form,
an old man waiting alone, aghast,
at the slow decay of his self,
an old woman hobbling from door to door,
to seek the love she lost and forgot instead;
Oh! How many names do you own dear Death?
which one shall I invoke?
or should I just call you silently,
and embrace you, my friend of old?
For it does not matter
which robe you wear,
or how you come to take
each life that walks this planet Earth,
a thousand names for you at stake.

Bioscope

traffic lights
turn green and red,
trees stand tall,
and lift their heads,
marching streetlights,
blaring horns,
concrete and tar,
flowing on,
cars and bikes
race to nowhere,
people weave in and out,
no one stops, no one dares,
hoardings lure
the wandering mind,
fluid walls
left behind,
thoughts meander
back and forth,
past and future
take turns to vote,
the mind comes to rest
in the moment, at last,
the journey ends
without the cast.

Fall

have you seen
a tree cry out
when it sheds
a dry leaf that's
past it's prime?
have you seen it
shed a tear
when the fallen leaf
kisses the ground?
I wonder why
do you know?
how does it feel?
how does it know?
that life brings death
and death brings life,
when there's a fall,
there is a rise,
or does it work
with faith and trust
that everything's held
by the Universe,
with love and care
for all that is,
a rise or fall,
each is a gift.