A laugh lasts but for a short while,
Memories fading away as fast
as it lasts
You don’t laugh, you smile.
A dream when asleep
fades away when awake
Dreams while conscious who is to break?
Thus my dreams I keep.
And I weep.
Try to climb the mountain this steep.
With a smile you take it all.
So only the smiles I can recall,
And all the love of love and pain
Grants me the twinkle in my eyes;
So I sustain.
My Life
Remains an open book
All my emotions show
As you too will know…
If you see,
And yet do not understand,
Relinquish your inquisitions to me.
I am Free.
Sometimes fleeing from responsibility.
I am a poet, the music of the sea,
Unchiseled, uncut,
I am Me…
I’m so tired of this world.
Even dreams are agony,
Painful reminders of what could be,
All I need to survive is but a grasp away,
And yet my fists remain curled.
What could have been, should have been,
But they somehow never are or were.
Many thoughts, many dreams,
Shattered by many,
If I had it all, would it still be any?
What lies beyond the screen,
I have seen.
Yet for reasons unforeseen, I don’t care.
What lies beneath a misty veil
I have tried, but could not reveal.
What lies ahead keep moving back,
With each step,
Mysteries build a thicker stack.
I have tried and I have failed.
With each fall I have flailed,
Till even sorrow lost all feelings.
And I tired of repetitious tryings.
All who see, believe in me,
Myself is whom I cannot console,
When will it finally be time for me
To seek the comfort of my soul?
I am a poet
You feel, I verse it
The truth, the undeniable,
As well as the truth as I perceive it
Thoughts bloom like colors
Flowers look like messengers to lovers
Birds float on dreams
Dreams murmur on the edge of emerald waters’ seams
My mind does not argue with people
My thoughts don’t instigate unhappiness
My tongue’s character is unsubtle
My actions thus portray innate ugliness
Creation remains the mother of existence
Every creation thus becomes of immense importance
Be it words or be it the truth or be it the lie that we did not realize
I create and never really realize and thus do not moralize
And in the end, never look back to see the impact of it’s existence
Only when the waters of hurt have passed do I realize the significance.
Never bury my feelings
Slightly miss understandings
Hurt from each of such missed meanings
I live for love
I would gladly donate what I have
Exit this life’s flowery glove
And accept the thorns of sadness
With a nice big smile on my face
I rejoice in my own joy
How I tend not to be coy
Inside me the little boy
Knows that he needs to live
To be the poet he needs to give
To give he needs to forgive
Realities unmoving walls
Does not close in, yet never falls
Growth stalls
Every wall looks closer than before
Who knows what is next in store
And again I start to grow more
For I remain the poet forever, and ever more
What grows in me?
What keeps me alive?
What is ME?
Every feeling has been charmed,
Every emotion explored,
Where is it I reside?
What is my soul
And how do I affirm?
When will it be that I find out?
What I have grown to be,
Is simple Me.
What my soul has grown to be,
I hope to find out
Eventually.
What a world it would be if the world were run by people who took power to be the power of the mind. If goodness or evil were determined by what or how a person thinks and understands the worlds, instead of the deeds performed. What would be the next step in evolution? Do you think it might be a spiritual revolution? When we actually lost our inner self and relied more on proof and logic is very ambiguous. But we know that somewhere along the path of evolution we have lost our trust in God, religion and the spiritual way of thinking. And Science was born. We have learnt a great deal through science-in exchange for the sixth sense that very few people now possess. If you ask a native American about their views on the world today, the answer, if the person has not been corrupted by the so called ‘civilized’ worlds, would be that the “world has lost the ability to feel with the hearts.”
And if you can only feel with your brain,
Maybe you should try to FEEL again.
The reason I want to know why you cry
Is to prevent what causes it.
Why I whisper
Is so our thoughts don’t split.
For every wish that I wish
You need to wish one less
For everything that I have done
I have done with you on my mind.
Every whisper of mine
Holds your essence in my breath
Every cut of mine that bleeds
Is a teardrop from your eyes.
Every fire that burns
Is simply another moment without you.
Sweetness is so fragile
In terms of views and perceptions.
Attempts to amplify so futile
And so obvious despite repeated deceptions.
The façade, the mask,
The desperate attempts to fulfill the task
Why in vain
Do we put ourselves through so much pain,
While at the core of our soul we remain
Shackled in our own consciousness’s chain!
We defy.
In the least, we try.
We claim to have changed,
While to our soul we remain tamed.
Should we find out in certainty
That consciousness survives with refined purity,
How could we justify the mask
And implicitly invite our dusk!
As the day dragged on, the sun fired up the sky with its everglowing proud luminance.
The screaming larks lurk around the ocean bay.
Canine piranhas hunt down the fierce hammerhead.
And the day drags on.
The orange glow makes everyone’s eyes squint with reprisal.
The people fail to appreciate the gift of vision.
The day drags on.
The sun’s yellow glint tries to point its talons to make us see the light.
We sit under the shades.
We ignore it, hide from it, despise it.
The day drags on.
The sun understands that its efforts are in vain.
That we all have to suffer the pain.
Faded, griefing sun begins to lose its interest.
Stops pointing its rays at the foolish people’s fate.
The destiny which could have been avoided remains unchanged.
In time, the sun starts to try its luck with the other foolish people on the other side of the earth; and the day at last passes away.
And then, the dark night falls.
It spreads its wings of mist, mystery and mischief and claims the souls of these foolish people on the dark side.
Claims them into believing a lie, into rejoicing the night.
Then night moves on forward.