Instant Karma - the prelude

[I'm hardly a stickler for statutes when it comes to sonnets. Bill would kill me.]

I write this to bring to your notice, O God,

I think your system of Karma is flawed:

You permit my conscience to commit a crime,

And save retribution for a later time-

I remain immoral this human birth,

But reincarnate as a worm in the earth.

God, O kindly ponder this clause,

Consider amendment to Karmic laws!

God, give me one death, one birth:

Punish me now for what I am worth;

For thoughts and words and deeds amiss,

Chastise me with any weapon but this

Guilt, which saws my soul away

And deals me a dozen deaths each day.

Paint the Silence

[Thing to remember is if we're all alone, we're all together in that too.]

If you could paint the silence,
What colour would you paint it?
Would you paint it black
Like the night and taint it?

Or grey like the rubble
After a tempest clears?
Or white like your troubled
Eyes in tears?

Would you paint it yellow
Like a great oak on fire?
Or purple like smoke billowing
Higher and higher?

Or red like a jawan
With an arrow to his heart?
Or blue like an
Unused saxophone’s art?

Would you paint it brown
To resemble old buildings
In a tumbledown town
Where love is unyielding?

Enough of this disquieting quiet I think -
I pick up some paper and a bottle of ink
And scream out loud in a language so coloured
I paint the silence in hues it's never heard