The Moonless Night

 Days and Nights   The sun rises, Filling a blue hue in the skies. The clouds as white as ever, The moon still lies in mild sight. The people are asleep in great might. The birds chirp happily, The animals roam gleefully. How lethargic the rays are! The light isn’t reaching so far, The east showing the sail of the sun, A sail to be remembered and is so fun. The sun right on top, Slowly it makes even the water hop. The clouds begin to show their grey, And the dirt shall soon turn like clay. The sun seems powerful yet harsh, Why you ask? Afternoon is the time the predators feast, And the time when prey run to the east. They ray now seems active, Is man so passive? Passive as man maybe but more ignorant are they! The ground seems like a frying pan, A pan that cools ever so slowly. Waiting is all that is done by man, The barred clouds unfold ever so slowly, Giving one golden ray of sunshine. A blinding light appearing in a glamorous fashion. A ray tempora...

 A Creature of Wood It has a beautifully long neck, That speaks anything from happiness to regret. A beautiful set of frets, That win any number of bets. It has six marvelous roads, Each with different loads, This road leads to a powerful bridge, A bridge with the power of moving a ridge.  A guitar this creature is, A creature of pure bliss, It absorbs your troubles and burdens, The guitar does this in tones. A creature that truly makes humans humane, And yet makes everything a little less mundane. A creature that tells us a story, That can be either happy or wailful or gory. It gives meaning, No matter how demeaning, It gives us power, Over a land of mystic and adventure. We go to a foreign yet familiar land where logic fails, And everything sings and talks, This is the land where the sun sails, And moon walks.

 These Times Everyday I wake up to the same sound, This alarm of mine that has me bound, Bound to a place to go, Where people 'grow'! These people are there at the same time not, They have come to get their lot. These people don't want to come, Yet they come and sit numb. Online school this place is, A place where nothing ever goes amiss. A place where knowledge is bliss, A place that is now that is hard to miss. This is almost like a land of magic, It transports peoples essence if not their logic. A place the virus is not considered a hoax, A place where the sun sails and moon walks. "Both read the bible day and night, One sees black while I see white." This new life is a bane and boon, It is like a sky without a moon. My gaze now travels to the window, I see a willow, A willow lush with water droplets, A willow who can rise higher than a thousand goblets.

 No Other Choice... Their lies a man is the deep of the villages, A man that prevents a child's spoilage. A man who sneaks in the middle of night, Without the slightest hints of a fright. A man who once lives in a destitute cottage, That looks rather vintage. A man that sneaks in the middle of night, When t he tide reaches to its maximum height. He travels to a city close, The street without light seemed morose. As he walked he felt the aura of great pain, He crawled in a window trying to abstain. The house looked like a palace, Anything looked like that in comparison to his place, His house was greatly damp and clammy, This house was a millionaire's fancy. He gathered what he could, He ran out and put on a hood. He reached his home and counted his booty, He saw the pain in that beauty. Sleep constantly eluded him, Reminding him of his greedy aim. He finally slept and yet worried about his timeshare, More and more did they come, his nightmares. "But why must I fear, I have...

Winter A season of wisdom, A season of the harsh cold. What mysterious it unfolds, It is line between end and beginning! A story is complete, Death everyone is to meet. What he holds they fear, When he hails they know their end is near. The old sit comfortably, And listen, ever so feebly, The sounds of the wind chime, And feel the passing time.  They sit comfortably, And feel, ever so calmly, Their essence fading, And their soul leaving. They sit comfortably, And see, ever so carefully, Their last memories of immense joy, And begin to feel coy. They sit comfortably, And taste, ever so gently, The sweetness of rest, The taste it at their best. They sit comfortably, And smell, ever so faintly, The smell of the end, And they begin to feel time bend. They are awoken in a joyful place, For this is an altruistic space. A place were people are equal and tend to have talks, This is the land where the sun sails and moon walks!

A Prisoners Thoughts Listening to the warden, Days passing by with silence at its golden. Talking about being tethered, About how none cares about the caged bird's feather. Agreeing to disagree, Does not make a person free. Being forced to be in a cage, Is like a curse cast by a mage. Seeing our own life and other's rot, Seeing what we deserved and got, Breaks the soul of the commonwealth. This makes people writhe in their on filth. We will always be toads, In comparison to the demons that walk our roads, Even if we are engulfed by death, they shall return, They will guffaw and dance with our urn.

A Moonless Night Another hectic day, Filled with sadness and dismay. All I want is some peace and calm, With no more work or harm. A night filled with emotion, That spins the wheel of joy, Deepening the ocean of tranquility, A night without the wave of panic. A night without the tides of spadework. A night without the currents of corruption. A night without the sound of the vulture. A night with loved ones, A night that leads to a beautiful day, Gifted with the songs of the nightingale, A moonless night is what I crave! It is the only way to avoid misery's cave, A night gifted with sleep, That resonates for long and is deep. It offers the sight of freedom, And the most peaceful of sounds, It is the only escape from death's leap.  

Our End-Coronavirus Trapped in this place called home, With nothing but the aura of our own. The future is sad and bleak, With our chance of survival very weak. The flow of the universe is not altruistic, It clouds man's mind with illusions both bleak and mystic. The poor have no place but open land, United we fall, divided we stand. But death has proved once again to be a good teacher, Showing man that they are creature's of mortal misfeature. Death is the only thing people listen to, When death usually comes, he takes people two and two. But this time death has come like a wave, Showing man to his dark cave. The cave is the place where no one talks, It is the place where the sun sails and the moon walks.

A Glimpse of Our Bleak Future "The once heavenly land called Earth, now houses wrath!" Says the lone, wise gnat. It dwells in our future, This sad little creature of mortal misfeature. "The earth has no living being, Long ago it was thriving. The earth now is like a rested broth, Still and useless like a sloth." "Envy bites, but does not swallow, Earth is now completely hollow. Pride in its beauty, it once had, It was like a knight in iron clad." "Gluttony of its beings have caused this! Earth was slayed with the spear of ignorance's bliss. The being's mind is another story, One scary and gory." "Their mind has no emotion For this commotion. Happiness and wit in the mind of the educated and hick, Are replaced with gluttony and a skull very thick." "Their mind is like an oasis of gluttony, The vast dunes blow winds of indignity. The earth continues to uncontrollably hurl, Making man into a surly churl." "The en...

A Long Lost Mother to a Daughter O, child of mine, Hear the beautiful voice of the wind chime. My beautiful daughter how much you how have grown, There is so much about you I have not known. But my advice you should heed, When I tell you that I come at the time of your need. Daughter mine, please do not weep, For I shall help you obtain what you seek.

Independence What sweet taste is this? Ah! It’s the taste of freedom’s bliss, How we fought, to shape our thought. This, with a major price, we have bought. The arrogance of the white man, He claims he has a burden, A burden to educate, But it is simply fake, The greatest enemy of knowledge, Is not ignorance, It is the illusion of knowledge. This was what formed the black man’s burden We chased them out, That’s how our country grew, First it was a dying seedling, And now it is a sprout, A breeze of justice this country now blew, Scars of misfeature were now healing. Yet never forgotten, This blood thirst helped shape our country, Happiness was now is bales People started again their jovial talks, For this became the land where the sun sails, And the moon walks!    

The Game of Survival No food or little food is what we get, Its been days, but not in sight yet. Predator or prey are what we are, If prey is what we chose we get hit with the bar. If predator is what we, choose then we get food, Prey have a chill when they see us take off our hood. Prey are weaklings but to be a predators is to be an animal, Why? You ask, do we fight for something this trivial, It is because this is the wild game of survival.

Balance! I struggle to be as jovial as I can be, But it all ends when I see The most horrific of sights, A sight that comes on the most moonless of nights. I see a familiar face, A face that makes everything a blurry haze. A face that has existed as long has I have on this Earth, It knows my every thought, It was with me since birth, It is driven on making me rot. A reflection this face is, One that is embedded with the devil's kiss. A creature driven on emotion, Just to make my destruction in motion. The creature say,"I know what you want, A challenge, a puzzle... anything to make your brain slant. My words you should heed, For I know what your mind desperately needs, Wreak havoc and from reality run away, And remodel your dead mind, For this is your kind, Your mind must be flayed." "If I refuse." "Then painful memories will be in use, Horrid memories you hid away, Shall no longer be hidden, nay!" "Give me the pa...

Ignorance 'What has't thee done, to this sacr'd landeth' Shouts a voice of reasoneth, alone.  Yet, th're lies nay response at handeth, Only blank nodding and a did shine Facade of und'rstanding, nothing honed, The stupidity of man lies in a vast flote, It keeps repeating, thee not seeth, Until we keepeth making the same mistakes, Thee dont learneth! Thee ruminate and then arguments art madeth, Then thee screameth thy und'rstanding, And silence oth'r with bett'r ideas did lay! Thou art beasts of ign'rance and wrath, Thee chooseth death ov'r consid'ration, And thou art supris'd about the future thee wrought!

Gems of Misfortune There lived an old woman. She always sat by her house’s windowsill and smiled as she saw the kids played outside. Ironically, old lady used to wear those dark glasses as she was blind. The glasses were as dark as a moonless night. She lived all by herself in her queer little house. It had a morose look. The house was dark and the trees around the house were all dried up, it didn’t have any flowers. The house was black in color due to all the dirt that had accumulated along the years. Most of the windows of the house were all covered up with wooden planks and the few that were not covered up looked like square openings It did not have any glass nor did it have any frame. No one knew that somebody was living there.. She was like a ghost in the society. People could not believe that a person could survive in such a hostile environment. The children in the neighborhood started to cook up stories about goblins and vampires living in that house.   ...