Stagnation

Clipped are the wings of  imagination,

Once   bubbling  streams  of  inspiration,

Now  gone  into  hiding a total suspension;

Making   me  querulously  wonder   in suspicion.

Scanning lobes  and   folds  of brain  in desperation ,

Hunting  inner recesses   searching for  aspirations,

Inertia  mental  fuzziness   seem  my  relations  ;

Quietly  I draw  down  curtains  in  seclusion.

Sojourning   in   a    world   denouncing   recreation,

Sluggishly allow hours to creep in passive submission,

Desperate to decipher this existing condition;

Logic    flees   un  revealing   its    intention.

Believe  it  a  passing phase   like earth  in rotation,

Let   go,  let be ’ my  only  resignation,

When   how’ the escape ,  results  in  evasion;

Things   will change’  is  my ultimate  conclusion.

BEWARE  LOVE  SCRAMBLES…

Love steals every man’s heart

To breathe he  forgets 

How then does one  exist ?

Heart in  Love ‘s possession

Breathes so lives on ??.

Love often plays truancy

Holding  man a pawn in hand

Rolling down as nine pins

Twirling twining to spin .

Love breaks through all barriers

Flooding  souls in  great profusion

What  stand ‘s  man to gain ?

Debiting  an untold sum of pain .

Escaping love’s inevitable grasp

Erecting innumerable barricades

Playing  the game hide and seek

Scooting  away to  hiding place.

Love ‘s  compelling force  traces

Returning one finds a   pseudo-solace

Ardently wishing it never forsakes

Bitter truth  but stares at face

Bringing a lot of heart aches

For Love is on the move

Pent up tears rush to pave

Man’ s only credits  not  meant to save .