Tears of Dying Calm

I separate the bleeding stars
From the severed heartache of the sun,
Sending telepathic ripples to
Banish the moon into gravity's mirage,
Blooming an oasis void of holographic charm.

Solar thunder stuns
Melting spectral comets
Fallen from Cassiopeia's lips,
Putting ether on the run-
Into the cackling whimper
Of a day's undone hum.

Torpedoed night surges as
Lost son of no one--
I quash all energy,
Breeding a nucleic anomaly
Of symmetrical anarchy-
Blood roses rain from
Tears of dying calm.

Wind

I am the wind,
Of all the Gods' wealth,
The glorious, the most temperate
I grant Earth her life sustaining power
I provide atmosphere for living things
Without me, creatures couldn't breathe
And nothing would be green
However, don't mistake my maternal nature
For vulnerable sobriety.

For my temperament is quite inconstant
When I am outraged, I can explode instantly,
With violent tantrums of tornadoes and hurricanes
Yet, I am most content creating harmony in nature instead
Listen to the sound of my psithurism symphony,
Whispering in the tall grass and rustling in the tree leaves
Here, I sing beautiful melodies with the gust of every breeze.
So, the next time you feel my sweet caress, remember this;
It is I, the Wind, who gives you vita!

Hasan Maruf teaches English in DPS STS School, Dhaka. He entertains himself by looking at things from odd angles.