Descending eyes piercing the starry nights
Deeper yet, unto hearts of men
Crossing thresholds shattered darkness
Behold, the fallen angels unbeknown to sin
That of weakest appetites malign
As heaven's tears spilling city streets
In futility cleanse what's evil-wise
From beneath, us vagabonds of broken wings
Empty rooms loneliness desperately
Weary hearts for yearning error in love
Far off stares and blank faces, harrow in oasis
And inspirations forgotten, never peering up
Divine light cease upon closing heart
Earthly flesh feeding frenzies
To another piece of faith withdrawn
Humanity continues on and spirituality dies ending
Some pretentious fly toward false sanctuary
Never escaping whispers, persecutions within
Hissings soft, but brimstone in our heads
Countless fallen angels iniquitous deprivation dins
"Criers" define us as the times most desperate
"God, forgive us, please" hollow words that we pray
"The wicked must be punished" God's eternal now and tomorrow
His arms outstretched further still but, where are we today
Categories:
hissings, faith, fear, forgiveness, funeral,
Form: Rhyme
the Hissings of mumbai
the bright colours of the city chimes
this motherland of mine
has many stories and tales that shines
the buzzing streets of surat
buried with past secrets
people commemorate despite of their different lives
all residing side by side
mango bazaar in valsad
designer clothes and bag shops
an orphan child close by
hiding his smile
i say "a hundred rupee for you young man"
he modestly decorates his face with a fragile smile
an eerie presence in taluka-tala
a place of my ancient ancestors
village-folk congregates as the daylight slowly become darkness
a spirited singing begger illuminates the night with precious richness
"A family trip to india inspired me to write a poem about the cultural,vibrant and cosmopolitan
some cities of india. A beautiful country with wonderful people"
Categories:
hissings, holiday, places
Form: Light Verse