MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Outside Feelings’

Hope is a good word to ponder
Having faith we see its wonder
Time gives lines to our brow
Our feelings on the outside grow


Returning to our inner child
When days and nights are rather wild
Digging deeper into the past
Any age has been a blast


Roller coaster ride or a rocking of a chair
Living through puberty didn’t seem too fair
Vigorous movement of our limbs
During those hours spent in the gyms


Weight seems to creep up past those years
Hidden by looser pants covering our fears
Emotional baggage locked inside our cells
Messing with free radicals into living hells


Slow and steady gets the worms
Resentment at life sets new norms
True meaning of life lost in translation
Enjoy the journey before the destination

Come together in this Uni-verse

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Search & Rescue’

SEARCH & RESCUE

With gusto
Chasing a ghost
Don Quixote
My life story

Without high heels
Stepping up
Through the jungle
On the front line

Crocodile tears
Have no use
Been here before
Dried up banks

Resilience pays tax
Body cries for rest
Stubborn head
Chews another hour

Building trust
Into the night
Secret space
Walking shadows

Unveiling new show
Ice sculptures
In the heart
Burn with desire

Change of a tire

MIDNIGHT POETRY ‘Alphabet of Symbols’

Alphabet of Symbols

Having said nothing
Appeared invisible
Comfort zone of a shell
Turtle in her tiny home

Study and research
Get a Nobel Prize
Heroes of today
Lost in past memories

Dust off the pollen
From the dirty veil
Vent out the brain
Crunch the letters

Empty like O
Crossed like X
Straight like I
Hooked on J
Climb on H
And Y?

Because the turmoil
Water down my back
Heart beats solid line
Freshly poured vacuum

Product of society
Packaged in cling film
Slow to change
Solid in roots

Seeds spread on toast
Down the throat
Sprouted new ideas
Inside the mind

Greater collective
Broken to pieces
Glued to the past
Waiting for a heroin

With patience
Shot of clarity
In vain
Flying past

Lie still or move

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Riddled’

Riddled

As we march
Into the unpredictable
The well known ‘me’
With the insecure ‘I’

The rumbling of thoughts
Swooshing through my brain
Sparks of thunderbolts
Flashes of lightning

Microscopic greatness
On a Petri dish
Slush of fat cells
Moving through space

Invisible chains
Holding my reality
World full of sanitation
Yet without sanity

Training my perception
To look at the beauty
With grace and awe
Full of expectation
An order in an action

Stay with me
Hold me tight
We are meant to be
Have a free will
Only sign here

Illusions vanished
What came after
The time of honeymoon
Love and peace

Esteemed architects
Burning bridges
Dry land of bare souls
Living in harmony

Truth on a plate
Masking tape fell off
Wrinkled soul
Shivers exposed in the heat

Calling no number
Breaking silence
Deep within
Found the Self

Lost in the heat of night
Day full of promise
Best of times to be had
Yet to dream big

Shadows of the I
Creeping up on my Self

Exposed

Blended into wholeness