THWARTED

the cold sun and the blazing moon,
hot snow and cold fire,
those dark days and sunny night,
i watch all these while my flight.


sacchariferous horrors and blissful pains,
i see sweet death and pleasurable cries,
laughter of hunger and love of enemies,
hovering round dry globe i see these.


beautiful ugly faces and wicked sweet smile,
barren womb and true lies,
the pedophile and delightful rape,
homo-sapiens taking giant step...

Sore of heart

          III

In the wild, I am walking,

with path all new.

Everyone shows angst of mercy,

 true companions are few.

                     

Like a dry maple leaf,

getting blown by life’s wind.

Of my course, had few guesses,

but now I got no hint.

In the deep sky, searching,

for the star of my luck. Alas !

Echoes of cry, howl in ear,

there is nothing lick such.

HOPE, the last string,

to which I am holding.

Often amazed by, the way

my life is unfolding.

     On behalf of Gods

-Ted Hughes

She had too much so with a smile you,

Took some.

Of everything she had you had,

Absolutely nothing, so you took some.

At first, just a little.

Still she had so much she made you feel,

Your vacuum, which nature abhorred.

So you took your fill, for nature’s sake.

Because her great luck made you feel unlucky,

You had redressed the balance, which meant,

Now you had some too, for yourself.

As seemed only fair. Still her ambition

Claimed the natural right to screw you up

Like a crossed out page, loosed into a basket.

Some body, on behalf of Gods.

Had to correct that hubris.

A little touch of hatred steadied the nerves.