Guilt And The Guillotine

But so not had he done, so had he thought,
He could fight, he could survive,
Through the winding ravines of an indifferent world,
Against the dark and cold sleets of rain,
But there he fell-facedown-on a blanched road,
Trodden upon by unforgiving unforgiveness of an indifferent conscience.

The furious eddies of the circling winds dizzied him,
"Hope" - whispered nothingness from the darkness into his ears,
With heavy lids and a heavier heart he arose,
Dust and fog swivelled around him,
His thoughts and works hounded him,
Together they had given up their souls,
The same waters- 2 fishes in a fish bowl,
Till he had plunged his dagger-his own son.

The final flicker of a candle,
Before it bows out,
He lumbered along,
His blood and footprints leaving gashes,
On the spotless burning snow.
Finally up ahead in the distance,
He could see through all his guilt,
The guillotine-in all its quiet splendour.

Death is a blessing which blesses all,
But guilt is not blessed enough to be blessed.
From his pursed lips, escaped a wry smile,
And there he fell-facedown- on a blanched road.
Prisoned by guilt, singed by guilt,
Stuck in the neck of the guilty hourglass.

Black Sleep

Across the sky, flashed crossed blue lightning,
The heavens above are in turmoil,
Pin-prick and the balloon burst,

"Hey son, can we have parley?
The harbinger of dusk knocks,
The sun is cold,colder than snow.
Can I come in?"

A distant bell chimed-dong
Alas!the empty spaces take it all in,
Across the horizon, flashed a shooting star,
Untouched, unblemished by any scar,
And there he slept,
With no worries that fret the clouds of doom,
Cuddled up in the honeydew of slumber.

"Hey son, can we have parley?
Its me, your pal,
A liitle touch is all I ask for,
Can I come in?"

The silhouettes shifted,
The shadows tried to charm him,
A pocket-ful of moonlight wisped through,
Hope cried out in anguish,
Fear leapt in joy,
And there he slept,
With no worries that fret the clouds of doom,
Cuddled up in the honeydew of slumber.

"Hey son, can we have parley?
Its me-death,
Remember we were friends once?
Lama sabachthani?"

But there he slept......somewhere!
Bottled up-pure,untouched yet potent,
Life and all that comes with it.