pOETRY ....... bIZARRE

pOETRY

….in search of a soul

my ambition

“…..is a small boat

    with a small sail

    and I aim for the destiny of the winds!”

bIZARRE

a lonely cow

a lonely cow

famished and malnourished

sat below a leafless tree

and thought,

until its ribs

stared out furiously

and rebuked,

“go lazy bones

look for food”.

Its strength never permitted

and its legs ached

only its thoughts grew

into a large green valley

with grass and grass and grass

and a clear blue lake.

Life hadn’t offered much

but death had –

below a leafless tree

upon the fiery parched earth

death had offered the lonely cow

a lavish dream to die with-

a large green valley

with grass and grass and grass

and a clear blue lake!

an alien analysis

An alien analyst stood atop a desolate hill

and blinked,

perhaps in despair

and disbelief

after peering through a sophisticated binocular

which revealed not mere forms

but,

an intricate network of thoughts

and a subtle form of emotions.

He then in prompt hopelessness

transmitted back

An anguished message-

“To have the best

  relationship with humans,

  a fruitful diplomacy –

Do not have any with them.”

Beep, Beep…