Who could have known

Dreams would lie shattered

Human life no longer mattered –

Last breath sighed on their own.

Insulated, disconnected or isolated

Behind thin masks and stone walls

Or hollow, emptied shopping malls

Meanwhile we’re all being mutated

To a future that is unprecedented


Fresh winds of change

I heard their silence

in the winds of discontent,

echoes joining in

the growing chorus.

Hoarse coughs and splutters,

cleared blocked passages.

Throttled resonance

found strange bedfellows.

Aching moans and groans

rose in harmonious howls.

Dissenting voices

rising in the air,

leaving trails of dust

on the graves of buried bones.

New songs composed

for fresh winds of change.

I heard those voices,

recognizing yours and mine-

no longer silent

in the breaking dawn.

Starting over

It’s like the tease of the first spring rain,
permeating the air. Trying hard to contain
the anticipation,  sigh of relief, pressure valve release,
As her fragrance latches onto the wafting breeze.

That wonderful feeling of walking away!
A muted sense of peace at the end of the day,
not looking back, liberated from steel chains.
Revving up the engine, is all that remains.

As the sun gives her blessings to close the day,
Night time whispers a promise as you bow to pray.
When  dawn ushers in a burgeoning sunrise,
you are certain to receive a gift-wrapped surprise.

So much lighter now, without the  cumbersome baggage
of the sugar-coated smiles, disguised barbed words to ravage.
Retreating unholy thoughts, forgotten anger to replace
With a wild surrender to magnanimous freedom in space!