Painting by Howard David Johnson

 

Prophecy

 

Omen tosses the silver coin

Etched with good and evil

Destiny resonates in its fall
 

Drifting in the numbness

Death knocks on the closed door

Life lulls in reverberation
 

Blood carries the atoms of war

The grave gets smeared with scarlet

Perished warrior rises from the dust 
 

Chariots collided with the galaxies

Stars pierced through the skies

The air reeks of stardust 
 

Withered night holds a secret

Winds flip the pages of time

An ancient tale gets liberated 
 

Within the pitch-black catacombs

Sacred fire chars the ashen manuscripts

Forging a perennial prophecy

 

Painting by Dawn Kureshy

 

Dawn

 

Beyond the valleys of dusk

Inside the sanctum of longing
Within the dark dungeons of silhouette

Above the drowsy layers of night

An enigmatic energy floats gently

Sowing the seeds of existence

In the barren fields of desolation

Reincarnating the withered dreams

Allowing them to bloom again into dawn

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Window

 

Adorned with the scars of past

A window still breathes untold stories

Festooned with weeds and creepers

Smeared with virescent moss

Scented with vigorous seasons

Beholding umpteen tempests

Carrying whiffs of perished butterflies

Sustaining cracks in the soul

Splashed with diverse stains

Each stain, a breath exhaled

Hushing the whispers of bygone zephyrs

Coated with mud, dark and greasy

Awaiting an unforeseen season

Aimless, pointless, unfocused

Yet savoring the moments in all its shades

Painting - Starry Night over the Rhone

By Vincent van Gogh

Genesis

 The wakeful night scribbled the stars

On pages, dark and adorned with scars

Sliced moon lulled behind the silky shroud

Loneliness walked through raucous crowd

Thick mist engulfed the forlorn shore

Ocean released a tale from its core

Silence echoed in an unknown place

Winds whispered in a quivering bass

 Words shredded from a wrinkled quill

Ink ignited itself to embrace the chill

A poet dwelled in the moment bygone

From ashes of memories, poetry was born

The Calling

 

 Lying here forlorn and parched

Thirsty of nectar of love

Yearning thy alluring touch

Waiting to inhale thy breath

Oh! My precious beloved

The songbird is calling thee

Come, embrace me in thy currents

Burst through the mountains

Pierce through the rocks

Caressing multifarious pebbles

Wandering through the rainforests

Reach the abode of my longing

Mingle with my barren soul

Douse the flames of yore

Whisper in me thy gushing song

Quench my fervid sensations

Before the ocean of my heart evaporates