Mind?

A step into the wilderness of the mind,
A giant leap of a varied kind,
To see a million hues of grey confined,
Glory be to the architect who designed,

Thoughts of the mind, unmined,
Motley mentation, just another find,
Brought forward but clearly undefined,
The creator, midway, just resigned,

Mind's eye has gone blind,
The deeds, indeed maligned,
Staggering along is the mankind,
Gathering pace, back to the grind.

Figment

I watch the evening stars,
My only friends in a while,
I raise a lusty toast,
And drink the water of time,

Memories ebb and flow,
Of the spirit, which now runs dry and all,
Reminiscing the happy hours spent,
Of half the life that was bent,

I build my ship and try to keep it afloat,
But the hole in the hull is chaffing,
My ever cheerful disposition teaches,
Each time to resurrect from a zygote

Scan - IMP: EED

There she was, a mother to be,
In all happiness and a joyful glee,
Counting down the days,
To see her new born baby’s face,

To her husband she’d talk,
For endless hours and chalk,
Plans for her unborn son,
Oh! Life was so much fun,

Her unborn dream,
Was like sugar and cream,
She longed to hold it in her palm,
Just the thought was her mental balm,

The day was announced to all,
It would be the last day of the fall
So, she bought wool and crochet,
Unaware of life’s ricochet,

Dream, turned nightmare,
Life didn’t care,
Purged her dream out of this world,
Blood and pain, her head just whirled

The Night That Was...

A fearful night,
When that life just held on tight,
A nightmare uninvited,
Came at the serene doorstep,

It showed its ugly face,
And the angel turned,
Dance of grace?
That night, brighter the oil burned,

The angel lay sprawled,
In disgraced splendor,
When death came calling,
She just hugged life