Of Illusions

There’s no stopping someone fighting one’s own illusions Pounding the Earth with tired feet and resisting the images with flailing arms Speaking to deceptions requires one to create a language deceptive enough Tremulous earth signals the tremblings which have convulsed the inner world Despairing because of tumultuous moments fill the eyes with bitter tears Sweet illusions no more, the strained neck positions the face to … Continue reading Of Illusions

Toiling

Time slows down and toils enough to gain freedom from the huddle Curbed thoughts fastened to train of thoughts that are inappropriate Feeble readings from the fatigued pages recite a laborious composition Wilted words crushed by the huddled feet trample them to dust Oh the passionate one feels the urge to break away from crowded places Ward off the ill-effects of inclement times and ride away … Continue reading Toiling