Introspection

Its among the debris I learned to search
digging, burrowing, dusting, again digging
still the truth remain elusive, as I continue..

The blistering sun had its burning metal rays..
and the sweat drops evaporated before it touched down.
the smell of burnt flesh melted into the rustic aroma
centipedes scrawled..scorpions rushed in with venomous pangs
still the truth remain elusive, as I continue..

The seasons have changed and I could feel
the drilling rain strings, though the sound was soothing..
The earthworms were swelling out of mud roofs..
the slush inside my nails had millions of their eggs..
muddy water had mountains melting, exposing ancient corpses..
still the truth remain elusive, and I continue...

shouldn't I be dreaming

Lend me those pairs of legs and
those dripping drops from your forehead
and those million hearts throbbing on your limbs
those intricate moves of yours on a green canvas
those pains that pull you down to the ground
those lines you write in air, still making it visible
and those failures of yours, those distorted caricatures
those melting eyes of desire and passion

Wasn't it raining heavily when you caressed one inside?
the water purifying those dark depths of the past
Do those layers of molecules obscure your aim,
stop you from making history?

Should I be only dreaming, when the burden of life weaken my limbs?
Did I look more promising when I stamped those marks on my mossy walls?
Was I destined only for mediocrity, when I could beat one or two to find my goal?
Did those fallen leaves from my beloved tree signify symbolism?

Should I really care? When life limped on tight rope..
Blood dripping as sweat when I pawned my intellect for a few pennies
Cheering of the crowd, a masterpiece in oil on canvas
or a musical concert, all fell short before maturing.
Like a tired mountaineer, I have folded my ropes and hooks..
trying to be content with what I have not achieved..
but shouldn't I be dreaming?

I thought it was late to dream
the green leaves, dripping..
chillness, I was getting wet in rain
life walks with limping legs, melting masks
swords dangle behind my closed eyes
dead sparrows are hung on the tip of a stick
the water splashing on my legs fail to wake me up
dream has curled into a serpentine sleep
cold pebbles bounce out of dry craters
will I wake up..was it too late to dream
Let it rain..let the mouth be filled with slush..
I too need to live..I hear the whip lash..