Wednesday, April 30




Might

Its the day
the hour
Its the month of May
The pleasure and might
the jury and, but, despite ..
with all the philandering,
the unrest at bay

Reflections,
I died a hundred times
till I lived just to be okay

Fond of tests, I'm not you'll see
I have come abandoning
many a ships
and yet, I'm dreamt to flee

Beyond the dates
the calendar may look bland,
without the dates memorized
you'd need a helping hand,
and with the memory grazing
you'll see the time passing through
hapless hands

When you're not sure
of your existence, how do
you challenge soomething
that is true
Something erractic
recurringly sporadic

But since when do we believe
in things we would, could never do

I never gave it up
since I gave it for keeps to you,
the keys are no longer
mine, the urge is my ryhthym divine ...

Sunday, April 27




Sing


As I am discovering
it's not just the joy
you bring

It's not just the love
feeling
The presence,
the way you treasure
that makes the darkness nimble

I've said it so many times
yet I'm not sure
when I sit and think
what you mean to me

I'm always speechlessly
asking for more ...

Some empty promises,
some dreams,
some nonchalance and
so much more ...

I can't think of all that
I'm ready to ignore,
to grow in this feeling
and for once be sure

Perhaps such thoughts
vast emptiness within brings

While here I am
dreaming of a mate,
I forget to realize
I'm still nursing
the habit of being sedate

I can't buy,
I couldn't steal
what I looked for most
throughout my life,
was the feeling of being real,
For once to be complete again
yet completely incomplete

I looked, I fought
I sought and I lost
and somewhere lost the meaning
of pain

And from there, I got up bare
and never felt whole again
I searched for remnants of my skin
or a soul with trouble akin
only to avoid confronting myself a share

I found many a few
who would well up every passing
passage on the way
I consoled the man
in the mirror,
while I lent a shoulder
to the urge within
I was to obey

I don't have a sonorous
voice or an amphitheater
where someone would
pay to watch me say
Just before someone pinches
me from this dream
I wish to say
I want
to keep hanging by this moment
even if you turn away...

Saturday, April 26



Come away with me....


And I've come so far
yet the distance seems
so near ...

Running from what
I cherish most
I ask then
for you to turn dear, again

Come away with me
and we'll color the night
we'll pass the day
and sip dreams in white moonlight

I thought I'd give up dreaming
when you went vacating
my seasons

My convictions though
only became thorough
as I'm returning with
many more reasons

This joy has no rhyme
but the rhythm is divine
I feel I'm losing myself
all over again
even after declaring
I'm asinine ...

I would still urge
for your happiness
if not mine

Poems, prayers, promises
all for love

Come away with me

I'm learning to define
my joys
and scrabble my pain

I'm not reliving past
though I'm recreating the
magic all over again ..

My magic and my wizard
then
come near and become
the defining shine

Come away with me
I don't want to lose what's mine ...

Tuesday, April 15


Complicated

Of all the things and emotions
Unabated
Its love that is most abused
And yet quite overrated

In between the tasks
From nine to five
There is no saying
what is hardest to hide

Because when the truth
is found to be lies
And you don't know
If what you left
Behind still lies

While looking and wanting
For somebody to love
You find somebody better to love
And love takes varied shapes

Nothing in common but this trust resides
You don’t start looking till
You’ve found a place
to hide

Holding the minus
You push in for plus
And there is goes
We’re killing for love

It’s all wrong
But it’s all right
We are looking for something
Fighting those inside and outside


Whatever goes up, comes down
But do we fear flying
For the pain of falling down?

We seem to land on common ground
and yet not see
What we hide most
is how we always
want it to be

And sanity within
Belies
Don’t run in the shadows
It’ll burn with the midnight dies

When things go wrong
we make corrections
To keep things moving
We change directions

While honestly
We never see
Believing everything’s going
To be alright

It is complicated
Put in the least,
Complicated
For what we feel most
We must preserve
hardest to hide

Sunday, April 13



Beauty in the breakdown

I'm so lost for you
I don't know where to find
myself
I'm so craved for truth
yet I don't know if it's
what I need from you

Such boundless pleasure
we've known
It was all so amazing
the seeds of pleasure
we've sown

So many dreams,
none worth the
things we've ever known

Out of my days and
into my nights
you've calmed my remains
into piles of delight

And knowing you
it comes from a place,
a feeling of total solace
And I look at myself
and I look at you
I wonder motion
without my skates

I look at the price tag
of my life
when I find our love's
at stake
If I live longer
to climb more stairs
Will it ever feel so high?

Without you,
I'll let you decide
as you follow

I face the glances
from those hiding chances
and some silence
from the fate above

Thinking its a sign
I willingly resign
Who am I to speculate,
when the pieces do
not form shape
and coagulate?

Waiting if someone
else I can miss today
I move away

I move far away
because everything
looks perfect from far

I thought all that I
needed most
would make me weep
but its what I never had
that kept pricking in deep

To keep searching
where it left most space
I filled up my head
with memory of happy days

None would curve
and lead me here today

Like water frozen in winter
I lie locked
watching it all go
I can see it
caged, all of it
would never return

It goes like this
and from there
its just pieces to lift
such was the drift

And it seems
I've been here
I seen the goodbye and
I've walked along the lonely shore

It never ends
and we can stay up
and cry
or let it felt
compromising
Till spring comes
we'll be learning to fly ...

Wednesday, April 9



Journey

I've been walking
roads
while the paths behind
me have tumbled

I've been seeking
the fresh flow
of the wind
while
the years through my
eyes have little by little
stumbled

How far will this road go?
How long will these bends
grow?

They say
these road of
misery and
might lead us to the journeys
that becomes the preface of our lives

They concrete our fate
and cement our choices
that bring those near,

The dreams
that we never let
too far out of sight,
not even for fear

I've been embracing the shade
long enough
to warrant sunshine's ire


I've said too much too
many a times
to let silence
discover my fire

I wish I could talk
to more people on the way
Tell them things
only to
hear them say

We're walking miles apart
Everyday
we're pledging new starts
but between the lines
we're all
building castles in the day,
someway ...

Some beneath satin blankets
and some on
the open canvas of clay
night through day


Everyone in their
own way


To stop
you from moving on then
is not fair
I know today


It will take me
some time to learn still

A journey brought us together
only for another one
to make it go away

The prized possession
of a journey
they say
is what, you within hold
what no one can take away

The greatest of journeys
bring us back home,
I was once told

I'm blessed then
it's the memory
of such days that
journeys me out for serendipity
each day

Incessant hope
I set without a map
searching
happiness now and then
while trying to forward
myself in the queue

If I never started
would ever know
what is more important
than forever ...

Wednesday, April 2




Hiding behind a smile


To see her is
to relive childhood
all over again

To be with her is to be one,
To wake her is to ignite the innocence
and to cage her is to enrage the flow

And I don't know what I should do,
when I'm with her
I'm with myself so true
and yet so an entity
that I'm looking to refrain

I am feeling like
a prisoner, only happy
to be living purposefully again

I seek acceptance
and an understanding to grow
I brave formalities
and intimidations to flow

I wake up and dream
to be one besides,
not a fascination
but a nascence that
incenses the passion
that absence often plights

I don't know what'd change
I can't see that far
without you here

I saw a smiling face
in my dreams last night
and thought you'd be here
I drop of dew trickled
through my thoughts
and I saw you were waiting to hear ..