Lost....finding!

Taking the deep plunge into oblivion
Perching at life’s precipice
Having many a brush with death
Knowing all the gnawing malignancy
Hiding within the maddening mind
Taking a slanting glance
Beneath, behind and beyond
Gruesome and lonesome
Though it may seem…..wish
I could re-write my life’s script !

puzzled

When i'm taken for my annual universal tour
on the lap of the earth in its axis
I see the third world becoming the first
and the first becoming the third
and now i know how the first becomes the last
and the last, first,
north becomes the south
and south becomes the north
and i know geography is a human ploy
colour is in the mind
not in the skin

the Homo sapiens....scattered thickly all around
just one species ?!

The Sorrow of the Setting Sun

The gloomy shadow
The western horizon sheds
In a sloppy slant
Mingles with the frost in the valley

The pining wind
Towards the eastern horizon
Moves in hushed silence
Bellowing and heaving though

The solemn secrets
And unbroken promises
Stealthily sleep in the woods there dark
Lulls to sleep the gnashes it holds

The golden fluid
Sublimating in the ethereal high
Annihilates the fumes
Evaporating into the thin papery sky

The translucent shroud
Spreads the unknown
Labyrinths of selfless sun
When it takes a dip into deep darkness.