Just Another Poem

I was sleepy as usual in the class and so I started writing absolutely anything that kept coming to me with no story in mind. Here is the outcome.

An angel sleeping, a devil weeping.

A wind so silent, a sea so vibrant.

A time frozen cold, a sky colored gold.

Purity lying in dust, blood oozing out of earth.

The scattered ashes fly together;

She rises from the ashes.

A careless fire ignites the ocean;

The darkness flows into fire.

A deep sound rises from zero;

I press my ears to the sound.

DeAp we are and yours I am, said she;

And together we are since then!

The Revival

Come such times in thy life,

When you know not and care not,

What are you destined to do,

This particular hour you live.

I face the same dilemma,

Seated here in some damp dingy classroom,

With a lean prof-like structure,

Doing opera and doing summersaults.

I wonder which reactions went wrong and rose he.

I wonder which evil powers brought me here.

I wonder if the matrix would ever set me free.

I wonder what more to wonder about.

Thus this earth-shaking thought I get,

To permute and combine words,

In a way that I could revive,

My hoary dying beloved blog.

Long and hard had I searched,

For an inspiration to write.

The drive comes this day,

Thanks to this heartless* beast.

Winds blow, lightening strike,

Skies light up, fairies dance.

From the ashes rises a Veda,

People curse and the narcissist laughs!

* The beast gave me a B in BTP and a C in MTP.