LIVING WEB OF DESPAIR 4.2.75
Living web of despair
which end where or
is there any
end to end inbetweens
to go and from
and come and to
the while in deepest shades
restless uncertainty
criss crossed corridors
from where to where
to move away the same
as but to stay stagnant
except for the “maybe”
in moving.
Rainbow ribbons running down 5.2.75
the dusty windowpane
patterns of a passing rain
songs of outside glimmer
sparkling noon alive
in every vibrant whisper
an invitation to share
golden destiny with light.
The neglected room
in gloom looks out and stays
the door locked from outside
the window with bars.
Myself bent 5.2.75
in another direction
my efforts spent
restrainingself
to mount the steps
of parent’s, teacher’s
friend’s, lover’s,
professor’s, superior’s,
god’s(?) expectations!
Myself spent
in other’s expectations
no longer bent
but straight-
lost now
my own direction.