My Poetry

a barren landscape… no life to be seen…
nothing moves… not even the wind…
the heat dries up the sap in your bones…
even the mirages have dried up…
a parched throat in a parched land…
even to cry out is a difficulty…
and death seems only a few painful moments away…

but…
no.

the harsh cruelty of life…
that allows neither salvation nor damnation…
only…
eternal uncertainty…
eternal doubt…
and the pain goes on…

on and on and on…
till at one point,unable to bear the heat,
I create…
an explosive spring of the freshest water…

pause

people…
approach the spring cautiously
some find in it a lifegiving elixir
some others find it a death-dealing drug
some swim in it, some float happily on it.
some flounder and some drown
some are washed away

And then there are the others…
Who pass the spring and know it not…
To whom the spring does not exist…
Soulless creatures of a soulless world.