Freezing in the midst of hostile ice monsoon
triggering aching woes beneath blood and bones,
I search for a quilt woven in sanguine rune
silken feathers of clementine and gold tones-
body ails, yet spirit soars, sings to the moon,
beyond clouds obscured in kohl sleets of hailstones
whilst rhapsodies of nature serve light to calm-
scattered scars in the air, like cosmic mint balm
But as skies swing heavy, and coldness seeps in,
hope breathes from sapphire dews of rain waltzing free,
for when mists of nature envelopes my skin,
I find traces of peace from roots of my tree
amidst the piercing pain pulsating within-
fields of eagle ferns, the tranquilizing key,
sets a serene scene with silver sequined lines,
sprinkling zests of zen from inner sun that shines.
Sometimes mind gets blanketed in confusion,
sinking behind steel walls sculpted in distress
although shadowed stars swirl like an illusion,
faith is the thread for thin needles to redress
and restitch fragmented frames of vague vision.
So let suppressed agony slowly digress
in pearl pages of cathartic tomorrows-
now my ink abandons yesterday's sorrows.
we have to restitch
the skin of this planet
having gouged
and blown up
all that is good
we have dug at
her eyes
with no thought
for her
or ourselves
we have literally
ripped the epidermis
from her back
as she screamed for mercy
we have to bring
her edges together
and saying a million prayers
we need to give thanks
for all her glory
we have to leave her
to heal and rest,
as the farmer
repose’s the field
so does the jockey
rest the horse
she too must sleep
for what we have done
in a hundred years
she will take a thousand
in the healing
she is broken and bleeding
her gush stains the planet
her silent screams
are finally heard
but is it too little too late
her scars are seen from space
will she bleed out
and die taking us with her ?
its inevitable one day she will