will be the unburdening
of the awesome
of spiral tops and
polluted dreams
of frenetic wars
frenzied cries
the cry for manhood
the cry for womanhood
the cry for revolution
who is battling it out?
who is fighting whom?
today is echo, mild echo
of a distant past
today is history
out of its womb,
granite of dust,
poetry bequeaths itself
a strange, convoluted legacy

DREAMS

You walk across them
with disdain
that they do not deserve
yet how’ love them
as they melt into tears
and, a raging storm
is just a distance away