Morning doubts

He walked around with his head submerged in doubts,

About the coming tomorrow.

Listening to the ‘leaves of grass’ shedding

Tears in the morning sorrow.

Without a glance, he changed his stance

To resemble the clouds flying afar.

Feeling anon, with his head on stone,

Turned up to gaze at a falling star.

Tears in his eyes, his legs frozen and cold,

His heart covered in a mannequin fold.

What could it be, his longing for sanity,

An unrequited dream? A passing fantasy?

-- Mohan

Timeless frenzy

Your sweet breath it lingers on my earlobes,

Sauntering, blossoming its wild fragrance.

Your voice, it haunts my chilled bones,

When all that I’ve asked for has been granted.

How we lay there, pouring our souls bare

On the cotton crevices of our bedded bodies?

Sleeping on the sweet succour of our innocence

Playing tricks on senses, skin, touch and feel.

When we knew our eyes and ears,

Our nails, fingers and fears

Would all be erased in a timeless frenzy.

Our hearts now don’t beat at the same place,

Nor do our breaths match the temper of crashing waves.

Our eyes only see the sands slip away, from

Under our feet into the dreaded tidal sway.

-- Mohan