Regret

Past unspoken, kept in a quiet box

Never to be opened; even when

I speak my heart, for fear of perjury.

Broken hearts. Sounds from a television to

Mute the surrounding air. To not

Hear the words truthfully spoken.

Nights of wandering in taxis and turmoil.

Chaos raining down upon a wily little brain.

Tangled hair, unkempt, unshaven

Sparkling lights shimmer when it rains.

Laughter, music, madness, magic magenta clothes,

Mystic, majestic rainbows. Clouds drifting in

Dreams realistic, calling for

A lone place called home.

Regrets- never unnerving, never thinking,

Never appealing as a cause to

Cry, wail, surrender.

A criminal walking behind closed doors.

Knocking at times, to peek and be subdued.

Hot humid climates, cool drinks, cucumber skins.

Sand and water engulfing the sound of waves.

Washing away the thoughts to surrender.

Repressed memory of a day,

A night, an afternoon or something.

A regret: repressed, reproached, unspoken, unknown!

-- Mohan

Random thoughts in the absence of creativity

His body swayed with the weight of his soul,

His heart was cramped with the feelings he stole

From the glance of his gory eyes. He walked ashore

And stood within the grasp of waves that rose

To salute his feet and wash his mind clear from

The deeds that sank him down a hole.

He was anon, his stature had grown.

He missed the breath and snore of people he had known.

Sleeplessly walking in the night. He stood aloof

In the brightness of a ghastly light that showed

A city washed with gutters, dried in coarse

Sand and cloth, everything that dirt endowed.

He smoothed the wrinkles on his vest,

Leaving the finer details of opulence to the rest

Of the crowd to discern.

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My throat is dry,

Dehydrated by the fear that permeates my future.

Drowned in the acid that holds tomorrow in despair.

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There is no solace for a soul as kind

As a winter morning which lets me sleep

For longer hours as she withers in the biting frost.

Hadn't it been for her concern I may wake up

And dream. And sail my thoughts on ships

That avert to the slightest hint of wind. Lead astray

My mind on hopes of pots of gold, buried beneath

A surface bold and hard and worn with the wintry chill.

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Do my eyes see far, or do they bend with the earth

As she floats around the sky trying to find a place

To rest, but circles around till she dies, ever chained

To a bigger brain, which rules with fury and disdain.

Does she not flower from his grace, his mindless grace.

On random thoughts in the absence of creativity.

-- Mohan

Howling wind

How this wind howls for silence,

Disturbing dreams and creating anguish

In the souls of a few merry men;

Who sleep till day break and wake up to sleep again.

Lazing in the sun, they talk, they converse,

Coerce as a group. Confidently taking their uttered words,

As words of wisdom being abhorred.

What lost creatures of earth brought you here,

Creatures created in the underground.

What unruly widget put you up on the wall.

Hung your thoughts helplessly for a mourning soul.

What darkness has taken its toll..

Bombs and guns and what not and what more;

Dreaded by all, advertised too,

In a world caught in a dilemma of one plus two.

Are the voices we hear, the voice they heard.

The voice of millions unheard.

They look now through peep-holes in the wall.

Listening to the talk and and clumsiness of all.

Digging for dirt in a magnificent grave,

Day in and day out slept their souls,

Talking of things that were "Nevermore".

-- Mohan

Summer breeze

I know you're there

Like the sun after sunset

Hiding under the dry summer leaves.

I know your eyes are still yellow,

From the nectar you drew

From the flowers around you, in your sleep.

I know you're there, somewhere

Under the clouds. Hiding

In the shade of a big banyan tree.

Watching this silent circus of time.

I know you're there ... like the wind.

-- Mohan

We walked down the road

We walked down the road,

On a silent night, riding the moonlight.

We felt our heart and soul,

In the silence surrounded.

We watched the wooden dolls

Come to life and dance.

We dreamed a little house-

Beside a lake, green and blue.

We dreamed the sky would be

Red in the morning hue.

We saw it with our eyes,

The sunrise and sunset.

But, why can't we hold on tight

To this quiet commandant.

-- Mohan

Fear

That was me and now I am,

A wasted thorn,

silently thrown.

There was me and there I was

Walking

In the dawn,

Where was I, Oh where I am

In a tunnel

underground.

Who was I, now who I am

I've forgotten.

There was once a time forlorn,

A time when there was beauty around.

There is now more than love.

No heart to feel, but for fear alone.

-- Mohan

Transit

There's an enormous ego

Bloating inside my brain.

Blotting the blind side

Trying to keep me sane.

Laughing with laughter

And watching the morning rain.

The moon, the stars,

The Sun, the planets all mislaid.

Always the same pictures

Crowding my mind and heart.

Every step taken

Feels like a fresh start.

-- Mohan