Aneesh Sathe

Drops from the drizzle Hit me like unsure thoughts. A glimpse into the future. The coming storm, And the drenching rain, Of the path soon to be blind And the smile, These lips shall have to feign. Of the laughter drowned by the thunder, The unwelcome guest, Once a stranger named Pain. As the liquid becomes a second skin, Do I a new footprint make? Or the last one take away? With shoulders wide, Do battle? Or cower, At the image these drops portray?

Bandages in my pocket On my hands the smell of blood Eyes close Ears try to drown The wails for their saviour In white, for those with hope In black, for those without. Outside, Children’s eyes Where the innocence nourishing tears Have long dried. The deserts Now to the spores of hate Give shelter. The thought and the wish To understand why, Have both grown weary But that field tires not, Sending to me steadily Skin and bones That once made people.

Staked a claim and flew away. Barren patch of land, Wished to be a garden, But the gardener is away. There is a board that holds place. Declaring loudly, The prosecution of trespassers. But the paint is peeling, And the iron rusts. The land feels forgotten, And for caring hands lusts. Go ahead, bend the wires and step through. Barren now, But could be a garden to you. Img: http://lawisjustice.deviantart.com/art/No-Tresspassing-91782954

Cries of despair and joy ring out Bullets are shot and he goes ploughing through DooMLoRD has arrived Doing what he was meant tot do At his side RAB and .avi like hound dogs rounding up sheep Give push a nighthawk and bullets will shove you down cobra slithers with his deadly bite yobo towards you runs Of life you are quickly light M!THRAND!R with his shotgun Oh, how he spoils the close range fun. KillRoy is there but never arrives.

At the congregation of poets Words moved the world Words moved the heart With their pens they wrote Each line a beautiful thought As the evening meeting continued Each line they read Took them further Down beauty’s road Every step was a dream And they were free to roam Even as the night turned to dawn They went on and on With their dreams and thoughts They explored for miles and miles. When the words stopped They went home For their dreams could no longer cater Too bad, for you began Three centimeters later