I am healthy but am dying
That much we do know,
Through layers of medical pages and
The gloomy glances of doctors -
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A great white misty fog
Engulfed us on Christmas Day
As I went on my annual ‘walk-about'
On the great holy day of escape
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The sun sets with loving certainty
The evening cold, that signals the ensuring frost, quietly descends
Finding its way into my sinews and bones,
Quietly attacking their soft plush centres.
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Saw a psychologist today for the first time
But the cold damp weather dampened the room
Of heart-to-heart discussions. My voice permeated
Its air of uneasy silences and stale shadows that
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There once was a holy hermit, who
Serenely victorious,
Emerges from his wilderness, and declares:
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The tizzy glory of spring-youth
Has long since started to quietly wane
A muddied snow-ball, ominous greying edges
Like piranhas, have started their heinous march
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When all is said and done,
In the full bright-glare of certain sun,
Then comes the slow murky descent of uncertain night.
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How can I not love you?
You, who draws out from me,
A trove of hidden impurities
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There is nothing else right now,
Except you and me.
Stroking your cheek, your little face strains
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Stasis. Darkness. Black blood flow.
Skies sheeted and overcast with the
Gloom of paralysed inertia.
The pale pallor of my face casts its own long dark shadows
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