DYING IS MORE DIFFICULT

Tracing the corridors
in my mind for the seeds
of misplaced dreams now turned
nightmares drugs can't control
no use mocking meditation
God , yoga or psychic
mumbo jumbo to escape
the beasts within nurtured for years
now I fear each move
a suicide bid, but dying
is more difficult when
the dead too are restless

AT SEA

Awaiting the wave
that'll wash away empty hours
and endless longing
in this dead silence at sea
I pull down chunks of sky

HANGING PICTURES

Hanging pictures
in bedroom and living room
the young couple
please each other's eyes leaving
box of books for downstairs den