The Fierce and The Evil

Lions kill in hunger:
Cruel in hunt, spare not
their timid preys:
Ruthless, ferocious
They rule- fitting Kings
that prowl majestic
in kingdoms, brutal.

In urban jungles lurk Evil minds
that maim or kill
in sport, speaking
Language of dominance
They demean, pouncing
on the unarmed to degrade:
Victorious, they discard
broken spirits lying prone.

Silence

You and I sit face to face- in silence

between us an empty space:

Unsaid words, un uttered cries

emanate to drown, to die,

And in rage dismantled hearts

beat in discord. Songs of

long past springs no more

beguile senses,we  grow

worn and stale.

That young Love

now a dead albatross

that hangs on withered necks

mute reminder of rosy days.