Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Dry Tears

My tears run in my veins like
The waters of a secret river
Hidden but ceaselessly flowing

I cry silently in vain while
Waves of grief fragmenting
My inner sanctum break

And memories, oh! they hound
Like the caverns in Xanadu silent
With a war waged underneath

I too want to soften and cry
Crumble like the earth wasted
Yet that’s a luxury I can’t afford

Thursday, April 9, 2015


From the same tree born
From the same seed grown
One given all shade and nurtured
Other left to languish deserted
A shallow reason they had
You won’t carry our name, they said

That was an excuse so flimsy
They always were in the sway
Of partisan mindset and thought
That taught them to discriminate
Should they be forgiven again as ever?
And then perhaps be forgotten forever?