Barrage of bliss

It rained wishes on her,
Deluge of goodwill forever,
Just an year older she was,
A day to look back, to pause.

Forty was a milestone,
To doubts, others'd be prone,
She was solid and sweet,
Staying so, not an easy feat.

Cakes and flowers showered,
From surprises, she recovered,
In the end, a day well spent,
A joyous year, it will cement.

Drenched in quiet

In the serene blues
aware of my every breath
swimming with the fish

Upheaval

When plates over, glide,
When nature and man collide,
Retribution is inevitable,
The prospects are then sable.

Bared open, earth lies,
Panic continues to reprise,
Quivering at, swaying moments,
Beyond fear, it transcends.

To adapt to follies, strived,
Nature, but got deprived,
Slowly let out her wrath,
Annihilation left in her path.

Tides of fortune

A shipwrecked captain,
With nothing to steer,
his worth fell to shambles,
And disheveled he appeared.

How the mighty can fall
At the helm, he shone,
Steady in form, he drove,
Barking in crisp tones.

Change in fortunes,
Happen in an instant,
Hurricanes and tornadoes,
Laid seeds of his descent.

With not a ray of hope,
He wandered astray,
Such are the tales of many,
Filled, of many life's cliches.

Propose and dispose

Mint money till I can
Then spend it all in a span,
That was the big plan.

What I didn't foresee
Was me, ceasing to be,
For the plan, I was key.

This, in the end, stun,
I had died young,
Dreams became far flung.

Seize I didn't of today,
nor smell roses along the way,
Just continued to fight the fray.

Rueful ruin

Man-made creations,
Giants obliterated,
Stories crashing downward,
Its end, just specks of dust.

Massive waste of effort,
Time and money spent,
Large scale destruction,
Here today, gone the next.

Circle of life after all,
Re-birth after the fall,
There is an air of renewal,
Withe the weighed in gloom.

Spooks and Spirits

A collective gasp, precludes,

But eerie silence prevails,

The clichéd pin drop extrudes,

Soon broken by the wails.

The dark silhoutte of ghosts,

Muted cries of the brood,

Surrounded by deep moats,

Danger here, viably brewed.

Ghoulishly forward specters,

Sucking the joyous souls,

Marked and signed as defectors,

All that remained were their howls.

Vile wile

Birds of a look flock,
In togetherness, they shock,
Each other, they pull down,
While pretending, over to fawn.

Their eyes are slit shut,
Their words, each other smut,
Nastiness is in their blood,
Stomping over, they scud.

A group like none other,
Everyone else, they'll smother,
Devilish are their schemes,
Taking it to the extremes.

Like the ubiquitous flame,
They solely, seek to maim,
With vileness, they are signed,
To the fiend, they are affined.

Circle of joy

Drenched in emotions,
Going through the motions,
Immune to triggers of joy.

Radiating melancholy,
Inviting others' folly,
Living like a decoy.

Depression is calling,
Changes I am stalling,
Intervention, I need to employ.

The joy of living,
Satisfaction of giving,
Taking it slow, I enjoy.

Sweeping up shambles

A dose of appreciation,
Is the medicine for my malady,
The piercing silence,
Does nothing to alleviate.

Appearance of joy is phony,
Prevalence of melancholy,
Of success, a travesty,
Of life, a shell of parody.