THE VASTNESS AND THE NIGHT

The Night had a
Captivating Vastness to it.
The Vastness of
Allure
Liberation
And
Fufilment.

The Vastness
Held the Night,
In a death-like grip.
A tantalisingly tentacled strangle..
Whilst cradling it,
In the tar-black swampy blackness
of its "Nightness".
Solacing it well,
Into the wee hours of Dawn.
Till the Night vanished,
Into the Vastness
of piercingly blinding Light.

Did the Vastness engulf the Night?
And devour it out of existence
Stripping it dead?
Or did the Night
Simply get elevated
beyond the parameters
of being Alive?

Now remains, only Vastness..
Beautifully expansive
And
Eerily vast
Stretching away into
Infinite Unlimitedness.

FOOT IMPRINT

A sea-shore,
Damp saltiness in the air,
Pebbles,shells,weeds,crabs...
Sand-houses...built up only to be broken down.
The forceful waves,
The eternal ocean,
A mighty force...

Capable of sinking into insignificance the mightiest Ego.

In some derelict unabandoned spot on the shore,
There lies his foot imprint,
Untouched by the mighty force.
Preserved
Protected
Still intact.

The ferocious waves in their arrogant abundance,
The smooth waves in their gleeful simplicity,
Hoped to wipe it clean.
Wipe it away into non-existence.
But it remained untouchable.
Eluding them by just a hair's breadth sometimes,
Yet always unreachable.

Embedded firmly in the sand,
Lies His foot imprint....
A small win against a mighty force...
A win nevertheless!

FLY SQUATTER

The constant buzzing companionship of the flies of memories...
Its time to break-up,
And break free.

Fly squatter in hand,
I try to beat the flies down,
And make them go lifeless.
They lie listless for a while...seemingly spiritless.
Only to bounce back with with a double-fold spring in their wings.
Their renewed and vigour-filled incessant buzzing reverberates in my mind and soul.

It's endless.
It's monotonous.
It will always be there(ever-so loyal)...
The fly squatter lies abandoned in a corner.
The verdict is lifelong slavery to the buzzing masters.