Absolute silence of my vast space,
held high for years,
is disturbed by a speck of vibration,
its source is looking for a reverberation.
The rocks are rocking again,
there is hectic activity around my orbit,
they sure are going to get grounded,
such a grave is my gravity.
© Hari Prasad S
In my anchor less sleep,
i’m consciously dwelling deep.
Playing all night is a dreadful,
The moon that was on crescent, throughout, has turned full,
i keep praying him to remain dull.
His vision for me has blurred,
putting me in deep trouble.
Awaiting for dewdrops to fall ‘n’ turn me, to a pearl,
i woke up once more, stuck within my shell.
© Hari Prasad.S