Fill in the blanks

Write your questions
and name your pranks

State your demeanours

while not trying
to hide your glance

Hold your thoughts,
catch mine too,
send me into trance
and follow me there

Fold your gaze,

the growing craze

and more might in store,
what is more pure?

Tell me how do I define?

Should I just let empty words ring

or let hollow thoughts rhyme?

Seen enough to know your belief

now close enough to sense your fears

Bond of faith to share your prayers

though far away yet from thy eyes

Away and near, you arouse only love

and fear I know not signs that you will stand,
wherever we may go, what life will we land,
and some search to follow...

When you sing my songs,

you hold the rain,

I realize anonymity is not yet my domain...

Questions I have though
on one hand,
and blanks on this relationship
of years,

when you hold my meanings,
do you make a promise to
release my fears...?

Silent flight

In the silence,
the clarity of your voice,
climbs high towards echo
Upon the eagles wings
that aren't bound from that flight
you befriend wishful fancy
that's just your might

Between silent thoughts
and the coiled chains of doubt
Holding onto reasons,
the long, black cloud
and walking ways only you’ve known
you reach that elusive constellation

In the freedom and majesty
of the delusional grandeur
transfixed is this sentinel's gaze

In the distance, hind and fawn
Hope returned to a weary pawn,
upon the silent flight Of eagle's wings.

The sweet fragrance of autumn
fills the misty air.

A gentle breeze with moving colors
drives the reasons past the shore

What are we left with when we fly?

A sense of disbelief or
a might that no logics can defy.

IMPULSE

Every step of the way
brings its own shade
and every moment
in silence, I spend,
I spent it on
not knowing rage
with humility
and in disgrace, I laud
the belief that spurs me on
wishing I could turn off the switches
and loosen the hold,
clog the voice
and turn off the lights
long to cast away the yesterday
while praying I could somehow stop
and not let tomorrow
be the same
here are the hidden nemesis of
our hide and seek fame
sometimes, I feel our fates are tied
I grip pain and I see a pair of moisty eyes
Not to forget, every page has its story
holding the narrative is the motion
comic, rythmic or gory.

Impulse and that is all of

us that remains.

Happy New Year

Happy and new,
I'll let you know
when I feel either of those two

Grim and grave,
what is it that isn't at stake?

Party hard tonight
and let it all swim out
what's left behind is done
and what lies ahead
is separated by a shadow of doubt

In the old and the untold,
in the comfort
and the bitter hold of the cold
We surmise our long lost days

And is it really present if
it is too much of past tonight
Is it well let up
if the darkness within I can't hide

What is more excruciating,
silence or pain,
holding or letting go and turning sane,
rising or falling before and after again?

Wise men say
time will heal what memories hold
but time witnessed it all to well
and herein my objectivity
begins to swell

And I can't but help dwell
in this prism of cyclic shame
Am I still losing
if it all seems the same?

Renew, renew...
renew those vows
until they wow one and all
and seem wondrous again

And take them to bed when
you sleep tonight
so when you wake up next
you're not searching for purpose
the morning next

Let's dream aside
from the bitter array
of the remnants I've long slept
with to reach the lasting
purpose that has long
brushed hopeful dreams aside

Let's aim for a brighter new ray of light...

Solitude

In your silence
in your cry
in your patience
in your persona
and in your truth
in your pain
and in your tears
in your laughter
and in your fears
in your thoughts
in your absence
and in your hold
in your no's
and in your woes
in your warmth
and in you wrath
in your haste
and in my snatch
in your afterglow
and that feeling of high and low
in my desires
and in your sanity
in my dreams
and in your realities
in your truth
and my loyalities
in your forthrightness
and in my unending persistence
in your rejection
and in my pestilence
in life's irony
and in your jokes
in my plight
and in your flight
in your strength
and in my might
in your walls
and in my voice
in your resolve
and in my your-choice
in your absoluteness
and my foray
in my complexity
and your sunlight
in my lips
and in your eyes
in my actions
and in your answers
in my nothingness
and in your nobility
in my calm
in your hurt
in your unbelonging
and to my fate
in your denial
and in my running late
in all the fanfare
and your telltale absence
and in being on hold
in your temper
and in my being inane
I find myself feeling to be wanted again...

A lot like love

its not sudden
but it's there,
somewhere, I can be sure
it's well hidden
yet I can't be more aware
I can feel the poke,
its gingerly tantalizing to the core

I know its been enough spoken and
written about,
felt and felt more and more

The feeling in a feeling
and the joy in revealing
and the aftertaste or losing
and not wanting to need
anything or anyone any more...

A lot like love
or I wouldn't know of any thing pure...

You tell me it's not describable,
it's not describable for sure,
you tell me it's not controllable
controls don't work,
this itch has no cure,

we are but all victims
of this feeling pure

There is nothing
anyone can do or say
and what do I say to that,
when you feel it, you can best be sure...


There is no reason
why you wouldn't want to let yourself,
those three words, hear or say

Tears are wonders
words can't express
and fears and blunders
to which I won't regress,
so writing these feelings
and maybe the same song
I would keep bumbling
till I know I'm next on the way

Till I know
I've you tuned in
and listening to what I have to say

I know
what you may have to say to it
I wish it could change
the way I look at you
or about you, feel

But something within tells me
what I feel is deep
and what I feel
is how I intend for it to be
and I wish someday
if it is meant to be,
it will seep into your being too...

Not wanting love is loving
not heeding no's is loving
not pleading in woes is loving
and well what's better
than living in love
and not writhing in pain
for that feeling is what makes it sure

A lot like love or I wouldn't know of anything pure...

Thanks to love people lose their way
thanks to hope
they continue to float away
and to their make
and the maker
to the giver and the taker
to the hurt and the faker

so many alibi's and yet not a purer form
any emotion could take

Blink to think and stop to gaze
look up above and the sky's
a changing place
and looking within the heartbeat that churns
the melody of what if's and maybe's
and dreams come alive
look underneath the feet
and even the timid heart has wings to fly
and the mighty then rule the day

Sure, nowhere fast but slowing ebbing away...

Death at a funeral

I went to a funeral today
I had nothing better to do
I wept and cried among the scores
the reason for my fears,
I wish I knew

I cried perhaps for the one who left
If I would have been happy with her around
I wish I could let her know
or hold it within well enough
till we both could become so sure...

The tears seemed to ease their pain
for me they served up an alibi
a forum to grieve amongst the grieving
and writhe amongst those wry

The grief of losing
we all know too well
but till it hurts
you don't feel it come alive

Living in truth is acceptably blurred to all
till we all get too disconcerted by lies

The dead ask me, whose more alive?
The dead task me their lies
and those alive aghast at their sins
and bury the truth again

Am wondering how many are dead here
and for how many can I cry

I know death comes to all
and someday it'll turn up this road too
blind curves, as many of those around
as they are

They say death puts things up
that life couldn't show
She said the same thing
and now I wonder as to how did she know

Something precious whenever gives way
you look around more concerned
towards the things and those that did stay
and thank God
for you aren't the one
attending a funeral today.

Yesterday once more...

I turn 25 tonight

and the hands of the clock begin to glow

I'm wishing for another year of lasting cheer

as the ones gone by begin to unfold

from my grasp

I gear up for another year of might

even as the pages from my memory unfold

Stories and secrets, laughter

and teardrops,

slowly I begin to lose the sense of time,

my perspective of present, and the light of today

and turn back to the days that were inane...

To all the places now unheard,

to all the faces now unseen

and instead of counting candles,

I roll back to my formative years

Thinking about the memories

passing years can never mar,

Experiences aplenty, great and small

Conversations, many and scrabbled,

Some brief and others coiled

and a lasting sense of nonchalance

that's now purpose...

The smell of morning dew

and every other thought now old

but seemingly new

Even all my birthdays

seemingly come alive,

the incense of the cakes

and every wish I did ever make,

Ah! the wishfully spent nights...

Repeated with exuberance, expressions bliss,

I don't think I'd change anything,

what would I do without you,

my years...

Early morning sun and the midnight moon

bring me the stars that I'd watch till noon

Show me the pictures of my dreamy days

Oh! but I don't day dream anymore...

I look back into my being today

and I don't think I can quite sure

of anything more than this

It's yesterday once more...

25 gone and 75 and more to know

Hold me now, dear life,

I embrace you and I'm in full flow

I'm turning back time and

the child within me is not wanting to grow...