The Glass Foyer.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The Glass Foyer..



The pitch dark at the door of new moon,
The drizzle of hope cold irons the forlorn,
The screeching crickets and the frogs just awake,
The noise from the wheels announces the life.

The house lizards are big and not conscious of the alert,
The sky is tinted with non permissible gazette films,
The torch lights of the heaven deprived of the fuel,
My tiny brain can't see beyond and below this halogen soil.

The dancing of the movable attracts everyone's eye,
The flowing of the desire can't be controlled with a bye,
The things move, walk and dream are surreal and false,
My mind always seeks all those lies as the best boat to cruise.

Yesterday's thunderstorms brought down the pressure,
Whatever that flows may be clean or colored,
To reach the oxidation pond or the earth manure,
The cyclic effect of the evil and good has the fixed tenure.

Friday, October 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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