Last night, scary silhouettes sat on my shoulders
Smirking, sneering, scowling, suffocating and stalking me
Nightmarishly eavesdropping on my dreams.
The gothic ambience sent a chill up my spine
I shuddered and gasped
What albatross was I carrying?
What past guilt was bogging me down?
Ah, it was the new dawn, just being born
Insinuating itself through the cumulus clouds
Streaks of sunlight, caressed a kite
Bruised like a bludgeoned heart
Entangled in luxuriant boughs.
A birdsong caressed my ears, lulling my fears.
Perched on a hedge a bee dreamt honeyed dreams
The unmistakable fragrance of love lingered in the air
Drowning last night’s smirking, stalking, scowling scare.
A cloud rumbled the throbbing quiver of a girl’s laughter.
My soul stirred, discovering what I was after.
Laughing away the night’s impudence
Intrigued I was by the dawn’s resplendence.
SEPT/OCT 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Santosh Bakaya, Ph.D. internationally acclaimed for my poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi, Ballad of Bapu, I am an academician, poet, essayist, novelist, and TEDx speaker, with more than twenty published books, my latest being Runcible Spoons and Peageen boats (2021). I run a weekly column MORNING MEANDERINGS on Learning and Creativity. My Ted talk on The Myth of Writer's Block is very popular in creative writing circles.