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The heart beats
A reckless rhythm
In a body shackled by a prosaic mind.

The limbs that seek to flow
And surge like wild torrents
And breakers
Must fall like dull rays
Upon the landscape of conformity
Fashioned by the collective genius
Of a race that seeks
To inflict order when
Intemperance’s free reign
Could better prosper.

Curbed,
The natural instincts
Flail wildly,
Made claustrophobic
By the stern hand of habit.

Slowly,
Disillusionment clouds
The lofty visions
As shattered dreams
Become a commemoration
To the tamed spirit.

Steadied and bound,
Chained
By the surety of discipline,
Trapped in the vessel
Of which
It is the giver of life
The heart beats but despairingly,
As the candle of hope burns low.



Draw the stifling curtains
On this empty stage
Lest a wild, whistling wind
Should blow out that
Frail flickering flame.

Fair trade

A whiff of victory,
A luscious, tantalizing aroma
Of a higher realm
Almost within reach
Almost
But not quite
So deceptively close
But
So perilously far
And yet I’ve set off on that journey
Abandoned the safety of predictability
For the fragile dream that
Cries for realization

Is that fair trade
Is that viable,
Feasible?
I wouldn’t know
We were never taught economics of the heart
That dreams
Of things even beyond
The realm of intangibility.

Chimerical

A smile, a tear
A hidden fear
Unearthed
From the deepest wells
Of buried memory

A thought, a sigh
A last goodbye
Wrenched from a broken heart

A hope, a dream
Chimerical,
Unseen
That flickers
Like a dying lamp

A breeze,
A gale
A wind of change
A portal
To that other place

And end
A death
Of things forgotten
And old

The skies have assented
Its time
To start
Afresh