Bubbles surface to disrupt the calm
Mind can't find, the key to
The heart's vault, where tempests
of desires echo.
A cold morning ray bounces off
The gleaming bonnet, acids climb up
high on litmus of heart.Soft cushions
stay far, elusive as a fading horizon
A lonely dropp may be a prelude
to rich harvest, but the time is
Now, the day is today, fingers
desperate to snap, to grab.
Color blinded eyes, blood stained
Gold pulled out, a leaf separated
from tree of life, Cold stone stands
on dark fossilized dreams.
Joys grab at quick roads, that
lead to doors of nothingness.
24th October 2009
Nikunj Sharma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunger-s-hold/
