New Year Retribution

The closed curtain,

Veil of the new age;

Falls upon the tolling

Bells –

And we stand in

Vain hope –

The blurred shadow

Of yesteryear

In our eyes still –

Still we stand,

The whole world

In static motion

Towards a pale hand

Which corrupts

In steady stance

All who enter

Into ill fated contract

With a firm grip

And empty words

With the night-reaper in the stands…



With A Word…

Look at the potent power-
The power of words, words of air…
To divide blood and bone,
To conquest and surrender souls…
Carving crevasses into impressions-
Irreversible, ingrained like scars of stone-
The empty babblings of a mind!