Twitopia

In the quiet of the night 

as the moon shines bright

I lay here, with love

thinking of what lies ahead

promises, dreams 

I glance over, look to you

your face glowing in the light

as you gaze intently,

browsing through my Twitter feed.

Corrosion and Crumbling

Something pinches, I can’t tell you what

It scratches my insides in the gentlest of ways

is it corrosion of decay or crumbling of incomplete structures?

It sounds like a machete in a distance, a buzz of a bee in the room

It is replete with repetition, and has an innocence of the unknown

It thuds sometimes, bringing me to a standstill, for just a second not more

Then it leaves me just as shyly it had come in,

Leaving me with the echo of its existence, the vestiges of its itch.

Extinction

And the men walked in daze,
Across a land grey and blue.
The deserted roads were now a playground for the few
They reminisced about times when women roamed the world
What magnificent creatures, what a beatific presence they had,
some remembered.
But the reality is this they agreed,
an inevitable path of extinction
-a land without a future
-a land without women.