The Dozing

One where the nest fell,
and then the shoe followed suit,
followed by another,
quite uneventful, the day said as he sipped
on rain in full view.

And the dust gathered in no hurry, drawing
a sheet upon the time lying deceased
as the distant window blared advertisements
for watches.

The ageing floorboard made no bone of the
pain in his shin,
no pain was worth his voice that creaked
in silence and wait of the apocalypse,

The oracle said it would save the day,
and sleep would be restored.

Confidante

I like talking to walls mostly,
and find mirrors under their skin,
They don’t smile much,
or scowl when I turn,
like a coin waiting on the sidewalk
still on spin,

Their ears are yours alone, for
a moment atleast,
Wail, shout and howl as you may,
these walls haven’t yet learnt,
to stalk your words to the feast,

A feast for strangers,
whose mouths are tongue-less
and hunger wrought ,
gobbling all you say,
not a single morsel dropped,
just another sun,
unborn in the dark,

But how long will it be this time?
before the writing’s washed off the slate
and the wall?

How long before the wall
shall hold again
your mirror as bait?

Your words are naked now,
making their way to all
roads and ears abound

Only because you looked
within and never
without…