The Riddle

Escaped reality
the surreal remains.
Warped vision
the mind it chains.

Riddles of life
left unanswered.
Life itself a riddle
crptically (un)asundered!!

Laid to rest
no peace to be found.
Torn apart in the fiery realms
by the souls' howling sound

Surrogate!!

A new beginning
in a womb not hers.
A daughter born
unto this world
of ignominy and shame.
Tragic though the parting was,
'twas for the best', she said.

Weaned too early!
Too early to remember.
The mother, long forgotten,
no feelings remain;
no memory, of even a touch!
A silhoutte lingers
but only just.
and time, it slips away!

Somewhere now,
lie the buried remains
of someone long forgotton!
an anonymous headstone
on a nameless grave!!

Well into it!!!

Every month
for a couple of days
some times a little more
I miss the sun
I miss the light
I miss the rocky shore .

Short trips,
and not so short
all in the game
be it a weekday
or the weekend
all seems the same.

More dough
in the coffers, true
but is it worth the pain
when life is short
and the world too big,
driving you insane

Under fiery flames
and moonless nights
hardly, a star you see.
A grain of salt
a dash of spice
all a mold of me!!!