Hate and sun – K. B

Hate and sun

 

 
Boilin’
Like a tea
Pot,

The sun
Shows me
Everything,

My weakness
And my strength,

Uncorruptable
Judge that
Slices through
The shadow.

He heard
The cry,

He came
On stage
Just to
Overshine !

The day
Started
With
Laughter,

O Sun !

The day
Went on
With laughter,

O Sun !

Burning,
Scorching,
Unparalleled
Strength
And body,

Photons
Travelling,
Riding
The cosmos
In quest
Of a place
To light up.

Even
The night
Is burning
With your
Absence.

When the
Day is grey,

Pale dreams
Come knocking
On the window.

When the heat
Is staggering,

The minds
Falls down
In madness
And ecstasy

Like a sculpturer
Who gives
The stone
No relief.

When the
Night falls,

No one knows
What will happen,
Except that
Boredom
Will have
Nowhere
To go.

O long
Days
Of summer,

Thou hast
Taken
The strength,

Leaving
An empty
Fruit,

A silent
Guard
Above
And ahead,

Stone faced
And unchanging,

Ruthless
Judge
Of any action.

At least
When the
Sky is bright,

One
Can hide
Under the
Stars,

And the
Shiny
Dark
Vault.

Nothing
Else
Matters,

The eyes
I met spoke
Of sorrow,

The scenes
I’ve seen
Had a relative
Charm

But couldn’t
Hide the misery
Of a well-fare
State,

Couldn’t
Reach up
Either,

Which is
Necessary
To keep
The people
Going,

Those
Who have
Nothing
But that,

Lucidity
On the
Situation,

Drought
And Fate
At every turn,

For once,

There was no

Escaping

Until the morning

Came.

 

K.B

 

Copyright under K.B.

 

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