DELIVERENCE

You will be lost
You will be found
You will be startled
At the most familiar sound
You will be slipped
Between the lines
Like lost meanings
That word defies
They will nail you
For truths you told
Or might worship
The vices you uphold
Streamlined streets
Of bricks and tar
Forbidden are the trails
That lead away far
Hold their hands
Never give away the key
The crevice will arrive
Let the pinions be free.
-smita

UNKEPT WORDS

They lay uneasy,
Like the undried leaves
That touched
The forest floor,
A bit too early.
Like the firefly,
That burnt out
Before night
arrived
And pulled the curtains.
They whispered...
In perhaps,
could and might..
In words
Fast burning out,
Even without a fight..
Now and then,
They opened
Eyelids heavy,
From a delirium deep..
And wavered away hope
saying...
You're dismissed!
Go back to sleep...