QuIXotIsM

Dwelt in a conch
By the shingle of the beach
Snoozing day and night
No wayfarer did pay her any heed

Hi-jacked into the novel lands
She lay in her dream painted conch wall
Chafed against the sand and waves
Her home lost its shine and lustre

Many a passerby did kick her past
Her abode like a mother's womb guarded
Buried in the sandy beach, shrieked and wailed
Dream painted walls darkened into nightmares

Perishing under the sandy beach, choked and suffocated
But ebbs and flows were to her rescue
Updrew her, where she laid; the Insomniac
Neither dreams nor fantasies abducted her any longer.

Sun seeped into her conch another day
Unlike before she gleamed
A loony traveller did spent some time there that day
His compassion enclasped her and along he carried her

Spiritless

She laid in her bed unperturbed of anything
She knew her days were counted
Her smile endured all kins' tears
They swarm around as though to guard

The verdict of the practitioner was impertinent
"allopathy fails but homoeopathy and ayurveda?"so said her kith
She was enslaved by love, her will betrayed her
Her smile waned like she sensed a tempest brewing

First was homoeo then ayurveda,
One by one she laboured the fate of remedies
Reduced to skin and bones she laid in her death bed
Her eyes pondered through to meet her posterity's

Lot seemed to be said but words were few
Drawing the two closer she said she wanted to be freed

Freed from her bleeding bosom,

From the clasp of the oxygen cylinder,like a cattle tethered down

Days were done, my leave grew to a close
She pleaded me to stay till her soul was freed
Took no notice, taken her love for granted,walked away to parent my life
To hear she was gone, she was spiritless...and am I too?