Painting by Paul Bennett

Answers

What dreams thy slumbers behold?

Which seasons thy breaths unfold?

Upon which path thy feet travel?

What secrets thy heart unravels?

Thou art pregnant with answers galore,

Wherefore doth thee beseech for more?

Painting by Jules-Élie Delaunay

Muse

Thy glory unveils the curtain of naught

Thy touch illumines a slumbering thought

Thy hammering shapes the words galore

Upon thy command poetry gets wrought

                 Painting by Caspar David Friedrich

Manuscript of a Musafir

Sands of time preserves

 the enduring footprints

of an ancient journey

Desert winds carry

fragments of a caravan

bidding adieu to the mirage of life

Etched upon the murky pages of night,

a dream unveils the shroud

revealing a perennial tale of a nomad

Horizon unchains wild waves

smashing hard upon the

mighty rocks of kinship

 

A wayfarer, a vagabond

walks alone upon the dusky paths

amidst the silhouettes of mayhem

A saga of romance burns bright;

infected by the madness;

intoxicated by the liquor of infatuation

Lured by potent sentiments

grimed with satire;

a melodrama seeps through

the scars of a quill

In the light of dawn the

dried stains of ink glitter

on the mossy walls of a graveyard

From the ashes of past

a fallen hero rises again

 Beneath the crypt of memories

a manuscript still breathes

 a story of an undaunted Musafir  

Painting by George Frederic Watts

Poetry Shall Be Born

Sky, all barren and emptied of stars

Night refused to reveal its scars

Autumn winds casted the magic spell

The last hope of the spring fell

The ocean held back the waves

Fondles which now the shore craves

Winter froze the thoughts in veins

Ink spilled on the soul, leaving stains

Chaos has engulfed the forlorn town

The king has lost his precious crown

Corpses lay scattered in the path

Walls painted with the color of wrath

Bouquet withered away by the tomb

Humanity awaits the words to bloom

Every page seems all tattered and torn

Amidst the mayhem, poetry shall be born

Painting by Cecilia Brendel 

A Journey Song

Darkness vanishes into

auburn dreams of dawn

I unveil the curtains

to behold nature's fawn

Draught croons a tale

of summer bygone

Winter rises from cold

ashes of a desert forgone

Myriad stations die,

countless new are born

My train chugs ahead

whistling a journey song