Someone

Silent in her own way, with quaint dreams of dew,
Under skies of imagination, she loves her life anew,
Kind and strong as one can be, a new girl today I see,
A little time after so far apart, quite enthralled am me,
Nicked in scores, my heart encores, I wonder what to do,
Year end comes, I see her some, smart and graceful too,
A friend in need, a friend indeed, she sways me fleetingly true.

Short Poem

Inside me a me, somewhere in dark cries,
Wrapped in an oval corner, believing all the lies,
Deaf and loud, screeching without halt,
With unend flows, cheap rivers of salt.

The Truth Inside

Barely I live, moment to moment,
It is the only way.
That, and that hope will blossom today,
Only that makes bearable this torment.

The birds have flown, with their scales and wings,
How long, how long, has the world steady been?
Since start till end, know if you are keen,
Everything is honey, only more levelled by stings.

Blind or wise, matters nonetheless,
Time brings still tide and drought.
Doesn't truly matter which disipline you have fought,
Only that you have, and you are flawless.

The Lonely Eagle

He fell to earth one day, whence no one knew,
Surrounded by laughter, he sad inside grew,
Never knowing how to love, for all was received free,
In the habit of getting all, his beliefs being decree.

He saw a dove one day, she was not alone,
Still he flew a bit with her, before she was forever gone,
Failing and fluttering, inching past each day,
Straight above stormy sea, where a pale sad face lay.

He flew into the sea, the only soul around,
Stayed for some years, without sight and sound,
One day he could fly again, as he emerged in a gale,
Leaving all desires, after all this time become stale.

Gone long was his dream's dove,
It didn't matter, for now he knew love,
The sky and sea, mirrored his unveiled face,
The king of birds, had begun his own race.

On Suicide

We all form, from seed to a tree,
At the end, from roots to become free,
Death is only natural, nothing of shame,
When life has run its course, as nature has set its aim.

Alas! Some saplings break premature in the wind,
Maybe they're weak, maybe a tough spot muzzles the mind,
Whatever be the whys, they end up doing sinned,
The trees around him lament, having lost one unique of their kind.

Only if he had the supports, to face the gale and keep on go,
What exactly did he need to live? No one now will ever know,
The one gone is forever gone, the ones left now rapidly sink,
Searching frantic for his shadows, on life and death's esoteric brink.

We all have someone beneath what is seen,
To see it some friends should always be keen,
Now be on your way, reader, if a withering plant you ever find,
Do give it the shoulder it needs, let this tale serve as remind.

Hopings

Thinking about you, us together in an impossible dream.
As long as there's hope, there will be growth,
Even when you're gone, you will stay with me in memory,
An idea of what could be, a branch of an incomplete story.

The goal is to be whole, without needing anyone,
But there can't be a whole of me, without your company some,
And none can take away my love for you,
If that's what one day, I am finally able to give you.

I wish that love I had today, keeping things always this way,
Alas, I'm not ready for it, and when I am, you will be gone far far away...
Will I lament, to lose someone who could be the one?
Or will I be wiser, that the world remains same no matter what's done?

A Walk on the Road

A walk on the road,
Shedding years of load,
Enjoying the light fallacy,
Gone from obession to normalcy.

Yes all knowledge will be used,
Mental pages browsed and perused,
With a pinch of my own thyme,
Learning to fly for a dream, feels no more a crime.

Yet on the edge must care be taken,
Waywarded from the way, we must be shaken,
Remembrances of this past, redolent long in gold,
Will be kept written, hoping never too old.

Ever

I'm not the same I was yesterday,
I'm not the same I will be tomorrow,
Moods will change, misery to joy to perplexion to sorrow,
But one thing's sure, my writings will come,
And to read them I hope, your eyes I can borrow,
If they stop, I'm dead or is my life,
Still I may rise again who knows, in some distant morrow?
But I'm not the same I was yesterday,
And I'm not the same I will be tomorrow.

The Three Tale to Thee

First comes the yearning, then jealousy abound,
The heart incorrigible controls, chaos does the round,
And out comes thoughts selfish, unfriendly, unworthy,
Risks arise of being evil, almost off into unearthy.

Second comes no care, there are plethora to share,
What's with the bore, all are flawed unrare,
Let's find something else, something novel, chasing ecstasy,
The problem is in them, for I sure never fall into fallacy.

Third is slightly sweet, slightly sour, slightly friendly more,
Aspects of humanity uncover, feelings a bit truer amore,
There lies the best, the stage of goodness and sanity,
Keeping up with the world, musing on muse for a jiffy.

For the first I say deeply sorry, it's inexcusable, unutterable story,
For the second there's nothing to say, it's more like taking a path away,
For the third there's probably no harm done, human after all, I too am one,
Also, not in order they arrive, nor in order do they stay,
Learning to live itself is life, is maybe true what they say.

Opening

There was this feeling since long,
Which I speak of in this song,
That an ocean of love, ready to bestow,
Is always with me, raging in tow.

That led me in perilous ways,
As I tried to quench the desire those days,
Of having someone, to give myself to,
By making her forever mine, in a fable's "I do."

Destiny had other plans, preparing me backstage,
Providing me the wisdom, when I got free of the cage,
And I was taught, that love isn't quite that parochial be,
Not to one, but many, can different blossoms be given by thee.

On Edge

Since the beginning of time,
I relentlessly yearn to rhyme,
For someone I put near my heart,
That's how all my stories did start.

Singing to myself merry and free,
Racing through success unaware in love's lee,
Never did I think false likes would avenge so wry,
As long as the butterlies did make me fly.

But now those butterflies are long gone,
And life feels aimless, so very wrong,
I can’t even rerun the past that lightly,
For there's no point, the future tells me slightly.

A Walk in the Park

A walk in the park,
A heartless disguised lark,
A fair fairy free,
A new place, but old tree.

The walk in the park,
Finished with words stark,
Perplexion they got me to see,
Did I grow up, or revert only to be?

That walk in the park,
Contemplated time forward in ark,
Will yet be well spent a day,
Not of dogma, but in an esoteric way.

Delusion?

Wisdom asks to be silent and slow,
Fitful says proceed, you never know,
Time tells me to forget and let it all go,
But who must I heed, how do I know?

To do what's right (or wrong?) is the deepest desire,
Yet these follies lead only to mire,
So gets banal, even the most dazzling glitter,
The memories of comfort, seem to grow bitter.

Wherever falls gaze is only a mirror,
Waiting to un-leash an unspeakable terror,
Blinks of valiance, shreds of hope,
Rise to fall again, gently down time's slope.

As sure as midnight strikes,
Caring never for our dislikes,
Does life go stark and dark,
With blankly scuttled stares, at my missed ark.

And then comes dawn, but it's not a story,
So life doesn't pause, doesn't stop being sorry,
Yet it is wished, that time would stop a few moments,
At least the tears could flow, like an angel laments.

A Brief in Night

A walk in the moon, making us swoon,

The way the flowers bloom, dispelling all gloom,

Seeing some merry trees, red and pink with bees,

Or not, only birds, still merry their song to dawn.

What do we say? Why, chances and pay,

Thus form words steady and slow, a little song in the flow,

And quit the wait for star: is not bad, this eternal war,

Leave the cocoon, I learn; signs of demise, benignly burn...

A walk in the moon, asunder too soon,

Wish it could be kept this way, maybe I find myself today.

Fate of Fate

I will fall, and fly and drop,
Blight will wash, away all my crop,
In my penury will fate delight,
Basking in my gory day and night,
Oh so clever oh so sly,
Oblivious you fate, I did mention "fly",
Rest in anguish, my defeated wishful song,
You can take everything, and that's where you're wrong,
I am forever, for I'm what makes me me,
Can't shed it away even time, my memories cannot take thee,
Beaten blue, without any clue,
Were your victims, but I'm your match new,
Lost you are, in your own game,
Your own fate fate, you cannot anymore tame.