Predator

It is a starving animal.

It's mean angry and scary
when lean with hunger.

Purity of purpose
has sharpened its senses.

No smell or sight or sound
can hijack its attention
away from prey.

Even when hunger
burns out its insides
it's never too weak
for the thrill of a chase.

It needs to strike with ferocious deftness and
inflict pain by ripping tender flesh with dagger claws.

It needs to watch its prey's futile struggle
till it goes slack in its jaws.

More than blood it needs to taste power.

Poets United Mid-Week Motif ~ Equality

The colour of your skin is a
function of sunlight and genes.

It serves to protect you from
the harshest rays of the sun.

The contours of your body
are a map of your homeland.

They tell the tale of survival
in various rugged terrains.

Be proud of what you're endowed with
and enlighten those foolish

frogs confined to wells of
stagnant notions of beauty.

Remind them that Nature made all with equal love
and show them the vast sea of diversity.

Aurora (alliterative) Australis

In the coldest corners of our world

on the longest darkest winter nights

Celestial flames lick the sky in twirls. 

Fiery red and green dance violent whirls 

against velvet black backdrop unfurled 

by God for this dazzling play of light

in the coldest corners of our world 

on the longest darkest winter nights. 

Let my words and my words alone
be all you need to know of me.

Let only the distilled essence
of my purest thoughts spread fragrance
till where it can in this vast world.

The rest of my existence is
an insubstantial wisp of smoke.

Only that which matters will make
its way into your minds and hearts.

Sparked off by Milan Kundera

“ What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.”-

Milan Kundera

Vertigo is fear of desire to fall 

in wild abandon of everything held sacred

from an acquired stature restrictively tall. 

How steely should be courage for losing it all 

on the path to freedom that's thorny and crooked?

Vertigo is fear of desire to fall. 

Denied of simplicity that dispels the pall 

cast by facades o'er the soul cause want to be rid 

of an acquired stature restrictively tall. 

Yet indignity of having to creep and crawl 

in lowly disgrace can only inspire dread. 

Vertigo is fear of desire to fall. 

What mysterious power compels to heed the call

which promises escape from that prison like stead, 

from an acquired stature restrictively tall? 

Whether or not to plunge, seeking moment's enthrall 

as joy can evaporate to sorrow instead. 

Vertigo is fear of desire to fall 

from an acquired stature restrictively tall. 

An Attempt at Ghazal: The Devil's Snare

When the root of all my torments is laid bare
Desire is seen to be the Devil's Snare.

Of where i'm being led why should i care
as temptations lure me to the Devil's snare?

Passion's seed becomes a weed that will tear
through that which protects me from the Devil's snare.

Only of soaring weightlessness i'm aware;
Conscience is cast off in the Devil's snare.

Giddily reckless i do what i wouldn't dare
had my will rescued me from the Devil's snare.

I writhe and moan in ecstasy i can't bear
as Reason burns away in the Devil's snare.

My senses are numb to the thorns that are there
embedded where i land on the Devil's snare.

Orgiastic ecstasy recedes to where
i see myself trapped in the Devil's snare.

Now i can only caution you to beware
as i lie bleeding upon the Devil's snare.

What is All this About?

Why should i circle through lives
while you hurl hurdles at me?

Why should pain be a constant companion in
my tormented journey through the planes of this universe?

Why should i be stuck in eternal stasis,
making the same mistakes over and over again,
blinkered and fettered by changeless lack of
insight into your elusive motives?

Happiness is a bait you bribe me by
but can you compensate for aeons of suffering?