Buzz In The Snow

I remember dialing'911'. All too clearly, I recall shaking like a featherless bird on a cold rainy morn. I still hear the chucked up sound the bullet made as it hit hard. I can still feel his lifeless body on mine. Just like yesterday, I can tell exactly how blood gushed from his throat, only I won't. I can still see the bedsheet soaked in thick red hemorrhage. I had killed him. I had murdered my very own father. But like lightening on that rainy morning the pain was lifted as soon as it came. I can still feet my feet go numb, lying naked beside the now polluted matrimonial bed that once was my parents'.  Seconds... Minutes... Maybe hours.. They came for me. Their siren driving me to near madness. I was soon handcuffed and in my bloody state, driven to my cell. I recall being questioned time and time again, but no one had to know. No one. Mother had said that I was the heir now. She said it was my responsibility to uphold the name of the family. But she knew. Sh...

VOICES WITHIN MONOGRAPHS. In this library alone I sit, Quiet  and respite I seek, In shelved thoughts I find my muse, Every word,my spirit amuse, In delightful unison,my fingers lift, The letters ,my eyes caress, The smell of history, my heart accepts, But wait, The silence is no more, The sweet piercing silence is no more, Now I hear drum beats, No, no, heart beats, Poco a poco, Forte forte, Crescendo, In quandary I turn left and right, Seeking out the source aright, Allegro allegro, Now I hear screams, Wails and cries, Tales of agony, stories of regret, The intent screeching of tires, The deafening sound of gunshots, The screams of a woman in labour, The outcome of vengeful harbor, My blood turns torrent, My brain short of current, Buckling under me, my knees give way, On the floor I lay, in one drifting sway, Imagery holds me captive, My mind a willing accomplice, In my head, the four cardinal po...