DREAD

It is revolving
unmindful - the ceiling fan
Wide of wings, poor of air

The florescent bulb
mimicking silver light -
Listless moon expired, and still
flickers

From the bookish pages
grave man - diatribe
living man's curse

Lazily I watch, unblinking
invisible images
with dry eyes

Here it is - the present
ticking time by the wall clock

A soothing music
is playing from my computer -
the only respite - dread of modern age.
Reminiscent of my childhood
playing earth, water and sky ...