Elements

Just as the piquant Sun rises,
On an early wintery day.
A familiar warmth sensed,
As entangled lovers lay.
A conflagration of passion,
Under white glaciered sheets.
They slowly drift towards another,
Where love and fire come together as one.

The impermanent gale,
Blows wistfully through hay.
As her cooling breath whispers,
She speaks of places where-
lives are borne on motionless winds.
And swirling columns of chaos begin
The lovers torn by tornadoes of thought
When fire and wind become one.

The spring’s rain falls on downy plains,
As tears flow like enraged rivers.
Lovers separated by seas of change,
Where streams of passion,
Are coaxed by breezes of rage.
The morning dews of sadness,
Collect on the leaves of reunion
As fire, wind and water merge into one.

The scorched terrain,
Extinguished by tears of compassion.
As ashes of love settle and abate,
The winds of empathy begin to gyrate.
As the distance between them converge,
The path to passion almost renewed,
With mutual mingling of dust and dew,
Fire, wind, water and earth are but one.

Burst

Reservoirs of disquiet
fiercely imbue
and saturate the soul,
As emotions pound
loudly on the walls
of suppressed dreams
and desires untold.
Only tenants of woe
are in the know,
of deep-seated unrest
within cavernous mind
and cutaneous mold
Entrenched in
inconceivable sadness.

The soul bursts
on reaching brim,
Like eyes that well
of lachrymose
Or inflated balloons
of sensation explode
Where volcanoes
of thought erupt and flow,
as rivers of molten rock.
The wise pen then bleeds
on the papyrus of emptiness,
As the soul escapes.

Warriors in my Sky

Rays of light assault
the afternoon sky,
like a thousand Samurai.
As ancient warriors from,
the Land of the Rising Sun
Slice through white headed clouds
With a rapier precision,
Where torrents of blood
colour a kimono sky.

The Sun,
Our Samurai King
Awaits twilight,
To perform the rite
of Seppuku (Hara- kiri),
Sacrificing innocence of day,
for ominous night.
Brandishing katana sunbeams
Massacring all in sight.

The day now slain, turns to night.