Stars

They talk to me,

the stars.

A guide, 

a prophet just for me.

In a sparkling utterance

they send their messages,

a flurry of incessant blinking

bright, dim, bright,

never tiring, 

never forgetting.

When the sun is bright 

or the clouds show their might

I know they are there 

the stars,

blinking bright, dim, bright

talking, guiding

always.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

The Banquet of Life

The soft fluffy dome above,
a protection.
The tall, royal mountains,
are kings.
The flora and fauna,
a feast.
We, we are just visitors,
to the banquet of life.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Grey

Grey is beautiful.
Nondescript yet stark
it is solid,
a vague solid.
Its beauty lies in its secret
one, which can not be told
only found.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Washed Out

Timing.
so crucial
and yet so cruel.

With a storm inside,
I face the storm outside.
Brace my self against
the sheets of rain
the electric lightning
and the booming thunder
that tell me I am wrong,
erode my reasoning.

I stand,
watching
as the structures that support me
flow away with the mud
I watch
as my senses are

overwhelmed
by the blues and the greys
overwhelmed 
by the song
and 

by the storm.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

The Orphan

What you take for granted

I do not have.

The warm voice and gentle hand

they wake you in the morning

they take you out to eat

they feed you, they treat you

they treat you with love, with respect

they care for you, 

they listen, don't they?

They are affectionate and kind

by default, 
they have to be.

You are blessed, I
I am not

you are lucky, 
I wasn't

your supports are strong

mine,

are dead.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Vulnerable

Once in the zero,
the one is amplified.
The one I ignored,
the one I pushed away,
the one who wins
the many ones, wins,
their existence forgets me.

In the quiet
with nothing to hide behind
the tears
always threaten to spill.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Ghost Cities

The demons tower tall
their minions
they drive the streets
the food is poisonous
the words senseless
the minds useless
use less, no?

Craving, greedy, hungry
souls they wander
ruthless, fruitless.

The air impossible to breathe
happiness impossible to feel
it's a terrible ordeal
will we ever,
ever really heal?

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Reflections

Hello, I said

to the reflection.
I was here 
passionate,
I was here
angry,
I was here,
quiet.
You were here 
with me,
and now I'm
here with you.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

The Tomorrow Hour

The ordinary clock
ticking, 
tick tock, tick tock.
My mind is held,
my body is wound

my key turned, 

to make me work.

I wait, helplessly,
for the hands to point,
to thirteen.

The mindlessness
is breaking me,
and in each rise and fall,
I only fall.
My limbs tire,
but my geared mind,
it just won't let go.

So I wait,
mechanically,
stuck in a today 

that will never end

and a tomorrow

that will never come, while the ticking,
it goes on, 
a sinister
tick tock, tick tock.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Slipping Reins

I can't calm down.

Stop,
I need time.

No, don't scream at me
I can't control it
I can't control my voice,
my words, my feeling.

They are slipping away
just out of reach
the chase, 
leaves me breathless.

I can't let them go
I need them,
I need the people
and my calm.

I can't breathe 
and they, they don't let me
and then it's gone
too far for me to catch,
leaving behind just me.

Just me,
my terror
my breathlessness
and the tears,
that won't flow.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Acknowledgement

Sitting amidst familiar,
I feel alien.
Bright lights, lively, life
shine onto everyone
yet I feel shadowed.
A hole a gap to be filled
remains empty, 
for days
neglected, ignored
but persistent, resurfacing
again and again.
I need space to be,
but sometimes the space 
is suffocating.
Fullness feels empty
and I crave for more
for something, 
that deep breaths let in,
it fills me up,
acknowledgment.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Two Sides of the Same Coin

We are so very small

so very insignificant

in a world 

bigger than our minds

are even capable of imagining.

Yet our every action 

is also capable of things 

much larger than our

minds are capable of imagining.

One word, one touch

can hold so much significance

that these acts  

they are our world.

They are telltale to

a deeper understanding.

Our significance and 
our insignificance

are simply two sides

of the same coin.

© Utsa Seth, 2018