Cacophony

 

 

 

As I take a stroll

through the downtown,

I hear the clamour,

the uproar, the disorder,

that trumpet in ear;

incessant and blaring.

Screeching of tires

from the worn-out lanes,

honking of horns

from the log-jammed cars,

colliding gears,

engine that roars,

some obscure words

from nameless hawkers,

cries of urchins,

veil in the grey aura

of a cacophonous orchestra!

The Wall

The wall devilishly grey,

I made it myself; so strong, so high

Neither could I break nor could I fly

Not a wall of brick or stone

Made of intangibles

Fear, despair, angst

Left me cloaked

in a darkness infinite 

 

I perish here of

desolation,not

stronger enough to

shatter the wall, and let

the light shower my soul.

 

The soul craves for

the hallowed ray, for

someone to crush the

wall into dust, 

set me free,

show me the light.