Free Verses

— Hungry–

hot molten golden lava,

snacking on earth and rocks,

ran down the hill,

to take

a cold bath

in the




overdue, overfilled,

heavy black cloud,

having given birth

to rain water,


in the sky.


I am with friends,

I am still lonely.

I am in a crowd,

I am still lonely.

I am all alone,

now I am not lonely.



big and small

trying to escape from the ocean,

swimming furiously,

came crashing

to the shore,

only to be captured by the

sand and the rocks


pulled back in

by the ocean

yet again.


Ocean water,

flew high above in the sky,


water laden heavy,

thick black cloud,


it transformed itself

into pouring rain,


into the ocean,


ocean water



Having returned home

after a day’s hard work

on a hot humid day,

tired sun

was greeted

from a spacious pink horizon,


a shy blushing




life and its death,

visible and invisible,

born on the same day, at the same time.

life’s dark shadow-day and night

death is omnipresent,

always lurking, threatening,

Death is an enigma.

Is it ugly or handsome,

tall or short, slim or obese, happy or sad,

black, white or brown, young or old,

handsome or ugly, a man or a woman?

Ruthless cruel death

kills the body then steals the life.

Does death have a life?

will it be more humane now?

About vijay joshi

Having retired (of course not tired), I am following my passion of writing and reading non-fictions. Happiness is enjoying what you do. Retirement is doing what you enjoy! vijay joshi "word-hunter"

Posted on March 18, 2012, in Free Verses, poem and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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