Poem - The Old Monk

The troubled men since ages

Have traveled the trodden path

That leads to a tranquil place

Where they meet the old monk

At first you don’t believe him

Then you start to feel

And for a few moments you are that monk

To whom the things are revealed

Things are put in perspective

The cobwebs are blown from mind

You hope and pray hard

That the monk will stay in your life

You choose to forsake it all

And are willing to pay the price

To be in his company 

With all your favorite vice

But the monk is wise one

He can see it in your eyes

When you start pretending

And begin to live a lie

You loose everything but the crutch

That once led you to the monk

And now is like a faded tune 

Of a well-known song

You will be the monk

Each moment of your life

If only you realize

He resides on other side of your eyes

© Ratish

Poem - Rock and Foam

Grey and ash

And a fresh rash

Stoke the fire while you can

Yet feel the pain

Red to pink

You slowly drain

The colors of wine

By the way you think

Rock and foam

You easily roam

The grey and fire

Lanes of desire 

Trip and fall

To hold the moon accountable

For the night

The darkness and all

Drown in pleasures

And seek convenience

As it is easier to pretend

Then to take a chance

© Ratish