Woman Soup

The Magic Recipe
by Rehail

Disgraced and rejected,
Not sensitive to her feels
You still found her delicious
At the start of the supper
No apology suffice
For your cruel act
She could have served you better meals

Moon Plays a Dirty Game

You believed
You could walk without any strain
No fear, no doubts. 
Decision was made.
One must wet the tender feet
To reach to the other side of lake
There are ripples
At the back of your mind
Moonlight quivers under your feet
As you wade through cruel life

But then who has had an easy life?

Worshipping Stone

Know not I 
do you dwell in stone
do you hear my plea
or read my thoughts?
deep within my heart, 
I hear
sound of your presence
when my mind is blue
I rest my cheek against
marble floor
i feel the bliss
even though
its just a stone

Sand Dunes

Camel ride on volcanic lava at Lanzarote, Canary Islands

No ordinary sand dunes
small granules of dark grey lava residue
stinging the eyes
with strong breeze everywhere
wobbly steps, unfocussed balance
constant fear of being blown away
A steady seat on hump of the camel
could afford the panoramic view of the hills