[Poem] Nightmare

Then there are some
inside the forgotten folds of mind
With sinister designs
time wakes them up, once in a while

Like that edgy drop on a leaf
then names play at the tip of your tongue
In stubborn refusal to come undone
voices deceitfully echo in your ears

You run around darkened alleys
Stumble, get up and stumble again
finally to reach a heap of discarded fetus
Into the repulsive heap then you dig deep
to find life, sense a throb, maybe
but vainly

A gloom sets in
before the chilly Christmas breeze
shakes you up from deep slumber
You slowly get up
Chary, lest you wake up a tomorrow
peacefully sleeping in your arms

Vijay © 24th December, 2006