3:54 am

I can tell the tube-lights buzz,
 the ones shining in from the street
  overlooking my moving presence
 I can tell the ones that are quiet
    would want to remain so
   I understand their fear of engagement,
 for at this hour,only the dark exceeds
    and nothing should be alone,lit

I would want sleep to come to me as a pair of bubbles underwater,so i could forget drowning for a moment and breathe

"The Woods are our Sadness"

                  -Twin Peaks(A David Lynch production)

Preparation

 A select exultation,
   before an ageing elephant
 happens to be,
  how even the mountains
          look older in winter

Poem

And we stood transfixed,
   mortified by the unearthly sky
as down in the streets
   day and night passed each other
like a bunch of commoners
     having outlived their worth for family..

The ruins have changed..they have digital accounts and meander hopefully

The ruins engage me,for
  what am i but an empty needle
     to the shaken,
         as recluse as the hermit
who stands at the edge of the pier,
        and as close as the nearest
crack in the wood
        but all i know,all i could ever know
  about them
    is that they no longer
       speak the language i do.

Withdrawing money from the atm,6:43 am

   It strode with huge unwavering steps
       across the road,relativity
    some of it was in the air
        and i hoped it were a little true about everything,
         i put my jar inside a bigger one
      to try to save it from the
           street sound of nothingness

The General

"Only grief will live,Fear dies with me"
    the prisoner said,
  as behind his back,unknowingly
    a guard walked up
  to kick at the stump of steel
     jutting out of his right shoulder,
  The prisoner convulsed uncontrollably
      like a bird stuck in a clot of wires
    "Water..Water..Water..."
    He stuttered in an electronic voice
  "Get me some water.."
       The General said,looking at the guard
 as he stepped away
   from the fresh stream of blood
      that had made its way
    down the spine of the prisoner
       to the soiled floor
          "Water..Water....!!"
     The prisoner beeped,his voice
   lowering with his head,
       The General watched his head
     slowly dip to the floor,
         like a cube of ice
diving towards the bottom of a jug
     "Guard...Guard !!"
     "Sir .."
     "Water??..and give some to the other prisoners.."
     "Sir??"
      The guard's tone was inquisitive marked by an exasperated sigh at the sight of the prisoner
     "Only one has to die today..for the rest of them to know,that i can save them"
        The General rose to his feet,and looking at the latest heap of flesh he had seen turn dead
        he shook his head sideways,gently..
      "Grief lives only in hearts that do not fear,friend..Those who fear,will eventually have to hope..."
       He paused,as if for a second his brain had tossed itself inside his head as he whispered to himself
      trying to prevent it from scattering on the floor with other remains of the dead
    "And he did not fear....o lord and he did not fear..."
       The General drank from the glass in the hand of the guard  till it was empty and let out a meaty groan of tiredness as he walked out of the cell.After he left the guards unchained the dead mass to be fed to the furnace in the morning and sprayed the floor with water all night long.During this time they whispered among themselves" A wife..?? Yeahh i think she's his second..three kids ..oh yes he's the best..21 years ?? really ??..has a terrible laugh...this laugh ??..".As one of them gagged himself to make it look like a monkey choking under water,the sun had risen and the fire in the furnace had been lit.