Thursday, May 28, 2015

the injustice of rains

Flashes of silver, crackling doom, as the sky rends
Some thunder, some rain, some trouble portends
And puddles they grow, from one end to another
Till it stretches far as the horizon, this bloody wet weather

Umbrellas and raincoats, are useless as ever
Filling up every little crack, those evil drops of rain
Courageous men venture, they think that they're clever
But the damn rain will get them, all their efforts in vain

As people huddle and curse and rant and rave
And work comes to a standstill, 'cept for a few brave
There are parched throats that see elsewhere, in a dry arid terrain
This injustice, some die of thirst, some die of rain...

Friday, May 22, 2015

In secret, you kept your wishes so
Eyes that dreamt, in colored hues
Of limitless skies, and water's blues
And green those pastures you wished to go

And yet you never told me, why?
Of your need to break free, to fly
From home, those shackles, iron gray
You wished so much to break one day

What foolishness, my mind believed
To have thought you happy, in my bind
But freedom, sparkling in your eyes, relieved
That fear that clouded o'er my mind

As I set you free, your song doth rebound
Across these hills and dales, divine
And a teardrop slowly falls to the ground
That blessed sight beholden, these eyes of mine...