Depleted Mother

I walk alone on this yellow stretch,
Vivid and dark, awating wretch,
I remember not how I come to be here,
The memory of the start, I can no more bear,
I walk alone on this yellow stretch,
Awaiting the end of this dream, awaiting wretch...

I run alone through the barren field,
Empty and lost, given to greed,
Trees all missing, only remnants of a brough,
I see thorned vampires, where leaves used to grow,
I run alone through the barren field,
Given to the deep of this dream, given to greed...

I swim alone in this deep deadly ocean,
Where nothing swims anymore, and only scales solemnly burn,
Devoid of life, all the marine left to die,
It was once breathing, before compelled to cry,
I swim alone in this deep deadly ocean,
Where I dream this deadly dream, and only scales solemnly burn...

I fly alone in this sky so vast,
Here too I see no one, surely I'm the last,
The few smoky things there are, they never seem to heed,
Feathers bundled in blood, claws of last need,
I fly alone in this sky so vast,
In vain I hope this dream will end, surely I'm the last...

Now all that remains for me is maybe not to feel the pain,
That the earth suffers for us for all our needless gain,
Shall I too ignore its plea, and take all her salt and rock?
Or is it time to rise again, destroy the ticking clock?
Now all that remains for me is maybe not to feel the pain,
Lest I object to my luxury, and to all our needless gain...

The Name

Religion teaches renouncement, but love is bliss,
Adhere to that dogma, and that bliss you'll surely miss,
Deep inside our mind, what exists will die with us,
Hoary though yet love will remain, in our heart full of blush,
Isled in an ocean all alone, although hope can make us thrive,
Kindness and honour wagered in war, in the end, love can always survive,
Another heartbreak on its way, now I sense but in vain,
Jabbing the heart with all its might, another cause digging that brutal old pain,
Availing an open scar, healed for a rougher tomorrow now again,
I embrace the love with its might, I embrace the light, I embrace the rain,
New beginning, again hoped for as in each time I fall for a you,
I fail each time alright, and this time too, with or without you,
Living dead I will be rendered, after this period of amazement and lust,
On a bleak rocky terrain of the desert, in a dead ship, me wailing on its mast,
Vanity shed, hurt gained, memories of present, waiting to be the past,
Every time that happens, rejection and gloom, every time I think its the last,
Years go by, I heal and love again, I never cease to grow like that tree,
On the ground, in that fairy tale, love nurtured in my heart, I begin to live for thee,
Usable again, recycled and alive, each time searching again, life for its destiny.

Period

Today in coaching Sir came a little bit too late, so during that time, I wrote up one, trying to bring what my senses were perceiving during that period into words...

About the center of the room, I sit poker faced,
Silence shed as in those moments rare,
Sitting with a friend, commotion embraced...

Here I wait, prepared to study,
To add more to the knowledge already muddy,
Here I sit, with a new buddy,
Waiting for peace, so that I may study...

It's a normal room, under the ground,
Where pupils come, for time some sound,
Grouped in hours, boundaries blurred,
Gossips and books, cascaded so fine,
I imprint in memory, this moment now mine...

In that crowd, upon a beaming beauty I gaze,
To my dismay & relief, she emerges a maze,
Looks so virtuous yet so vile, a tangle of thoughts,
Submerged in herself, while her friend beside talks,
Many more are around her, still I see her lonely,
Because everytime I look up, it's now her I see only...

Suddenly a foolish thought, brushes my shocked mind,
Can she be the one, who I am born to find?
I shove it aside swiftly, learned from the past,
These moments come often, but never do they last,
And this too will end, when the class begins,
But as long as it lasts, dazed I will be,
Hidden from her eyes, while I see only she...

I swing my view around, reluctantly away from her,
Flinging her image away, as a distant star,
What are others thinking, ask to myself me,
Later feeling the wrong, for they were not born free,
They think what told, they do what told,
They shout like no tomorrow, that's the only thing untold,
And now I must go, for shortly class will begin,
Leaving these precious moments behind, barely felt, always unseen...