When the darkness returns the words flow again and make their mark.
Dark is the ink that writes the gloomy side of my mind.
I trun the pages and listen to the wind.
As the blue sky grew dark
Silent as night rain among pines
On the hills where the sun never shines.
I’m the loan wolf howling at waning Moon.
the master of darkness with curse and boon.
New Monk
5th April 2020
We all will be living in historic pages.
As we entered the room and set the time lock.
flipped radio channels after ages
There is no one at the door to knock.
Life is lived on other stages.
Nobody is there to pay wages.
To make our shadows bright!!
We swept our fear and stepped outside.
The air will choke you when you breathe.
There we’re standing sliced our life.
Were all committing suicide.
In the frozen night licked the knife.
Let the cities seethe.
But its alright!!
Wind whips ancient pages
Night fell upon the city as the old book opens
The sweet oder from the woods filled by
To help us fix what is broken with no pain.
Shall pray for a land far away filled with joy
This will be restored prior to winter rain.
New Monk
1st April 2020
Raam Iyer 