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.

THE GARBAGE CAN

When did she allow herself to turn into a punching bag?
A willing dart-board,
A mass of flesh into which is showered punches,kicks,abuse,slaps and other slimy stuff.

When did she become Insignificant,
Unworthy,
Identity-less,
And Worthless.

When did she lose the minimum amount of self-respect needed to qualify as a human?
And inadvertently transform herself into a sub-human!

A garbage can.
Don't look into her now.
Don't open the lid.
(or if u do,do it at your own risk)
The garbage has long since decomposed.
Rotted into a nameless "stinking nauseating thing".

She waited for a knight in shining armour to empty her garbage.
To cleanse her
And stop the stink.
To make her fragrant
And human again.

To give her back her Self.

Her waiting has been in vain so far...(an eternal wait this is going to be)
The knights did her the favour of adding more to the filth...
The garbage has begun over-flowing,outgrowing the lid.

When will she realise that she has to empty the garbage herself?
She has to cleanse herself and become whole again.
She has to regain her Self.
But all on her own.
No crutches,no support.
She has only SHE for company.