The Veil

Wearing the veil
It strikes yet again
Agony and Pain
Are now the order of the day

The clock goes
Tick- tock, tick -tock
And here again, is the dreadful knock
Appears this time with out the veil

So strong.
So evil.
So harsh.
No words.
No heart.
All malice.
It strikes and strikes.
Till pulp remains
of what was once called a charmed Life.

Sleep

Nestled in the nook of his neck and shoulder

I watch the pale moonlight

Trickle through a mesh of the leaves

To fall on the one, who I love and hold

The moonlight on the perfect lines of his face

The shadow of the leaves falling like silent rain drops all along his body

The calmness of his rhythmic breathing

Take me a to land, where I sleep.