Dithery Manana

Burnt remains
Of ashes and dust,
Of those capricious dreams;
Watching them incinerate apart
Like an infant staring
At its dead parents.


Thinking of jumping in the fire
But wanting to read,
Those unturned pages of destiny;
Like the sailor of a sinking ship
Trying to save himself
With desperation and hope.


The chill of the wind
Howling along the fecund lands,
Earth, fire, water and air
Conspiring together for this despair;
Nothing to confront the forces of nature
No time for the seeds to grow in stature.


The shattered dreams,
Resonating along those memory lanes;
The eluding past a reward,
The unwanted present exposed---
The mystic future vacillating
With those crushed visions of hope!



--- the future is gloomy....