Far but never gone

When you should have reached out
You stepped aside
When I have walked forward
You are left behind
Though in my mind
But not in my stride
And such is love
Once rejected
Forever gone
You reach out
And I still hold your hands
Yet even now
My eyes still brighten
At your very sight, my ears drown in joy
Though my heart knows
I have walked by
Beyond, walked far on

Desire

In a gentle tug
As she lays cuddled, her hair covers my face
In the dark night
The moon light makes her eyes sparkle
My lips yearn to taste the honey
Of her gentle hungry kiss
As her fingers burrow through my hair
As my tongue seeks to taste her skin
Of her nape and shoulders
I see her look back and smile gentle
Shy, yet fierce
Cuddly yet vicious
As her skin brushes against mine
In the bare embrace
I just wish to stop the time

Hunger

In her hungry tugs
And warm embrace
There is nothing more than the infinite space
Yet so close
Like a mind on a sensual chase
As her warm skin touches my bearded face
Her belly button shudders in a violent phase
As I taste her gentle scent
She lets out a gentle sigh
Her voice filling the innards of the mind
Awakens rabid lust yet in a soothing phase
And her face shies into a satin pillow
Clenching her fists on velvet sheets
When her wildness overtakes
Her hunger is wide awake
Yet in subtle hues
Like a winter warm morning
I feel her lips on my face
She may be here beside
So do I seem to be
But neither of us really are
We are just two comets lost in space
Whirling into each
Entwined
In all that a feminity has to offer
And her union with the masculine
I hear her calling my name
In lustful gasps of utter grace

Brewing the storm

Whistling winds
And the chattering rain
Falling on leaves
its a storm again
The candle lights dazzle
Indoors, on your skin
The smell of the earth,
Along with your scent, nullifies my grip of control
As I kiss your warm mouth
Making our lips one
I feel you engulf me
Holding me in deeper
In our toil of wanton mad love making
You shower in on me
Shudder and call my name

Waiting to fly

The gentle hum
Of the electronic chimes
Signal the end of my night
And another day has arrived
Yet what for
I have not asked for this one to pass
Yet it has
And how
Each day is another step
A way that leads to further distance
From her
And it seems no less than it was yesterday
Yet enough for one to know
This is how it seems
And only grows
Building a void
Deeper than it was
Yet the void has a calling
Of me wanting to fall
And fall I could
If not for being on the ledge of sanity
Yet is the sanity worth
Some days are so
It seems
Most days, even further profound
Then again why lament
What I seek is beyond

Chance meetings

His feelings gave away
His body filled with intent
His mind in a torrent of desire
At the sight of his amorous one
She willed, as he did
And the arrival of him into her circle was swift
Yet gentle
Was the instance a pure mix
Of just flesh as most seem to state
In their foolish prejudiced minds
Was not
As she watched the sky turn from a deep grey to gentle orange
She could hear the birds
And there they were in a mix of flesh and feel
In alternatives of swift and meandering
As his very essence mixed with hers
She held him closer than ever
Smiled in the best one ever
Whispering of being a woman to a man
Both had hardly met
And this was the first meeting
Both walked together and kissed then parted
Promising to treasure the day forever

Falling to the abysmal fakery

In her stillness
His heart wondered
Where had her lust faded
Or if she did have ever
Yet
Post her bearing the fruit of their love
She had nothing but loathing
Of his advances
With her denials
Some proclaimed to her, tis but a skill
Now she knows better
Her indoctrination to motherhood
Just the will of the patriarch
Where she no longer was
The very sun that set the sky ablaze
As she conquered mountains
Yet here frigid she lay
Is she nothing but clay
Moulded into what society sought
Thought
Despised of her
Yet she caved in
And he has never been so alone
And as such is the plight of matrimony
Unspoken at large
Yet truest as it mostly is

Your boredom could be of gentler hues
But even then again, could it?
You the shimmer of star light
On the ice floor of my soul
What could I have done to not
Be better to spike your attention
To me, only me, always me
Tis but a failing me trying
You the wonder
And as I wonder
I so miniscule before your towering
And I flinch
Seek my stupidity
And try to pretend to be grand
It will be enough, I know, I fear
For you shalt fare and find better
And when such a moment arrives
I shall be as worthless as dust
Flying off an old book shelf

If one should show one's void
One should know
The void is just
The void is permanence
None can ever fill
Though they may say
In love one should know
One who loves won't be loved
Neither the intensity
Not the mere acceptance
All it will be is a moment
For else, not for the one to love
So if you seek to love
Know
One shall feel lost
And lost is just the void
One sought to fill
Only to drift deeper into it
And all that ever shall be
If your emptiness and thee
Never found in real
Only found as per whim and fancy
No peace

Shiva

With you hair like a million tornadoes
And your eyes that ate my arrogance
A witness to such grandeur
I as a mere demon cannot comprehend
I wise,  learned, revered
Bend on my knees with my head bowed
For you have a face my eyes cannot contain
The sheer knowing of your presence
Amongst the mighty peaks
Is to witness you
The mere thought of imagining it
Is beyond my comprehension
Yet as you stand on your feet
I wish it were on my forehead
Unworthy, yet in the craving of your touch
That shall render me beyond the brightest of any light
So as I stand here afar
Let me witness
You with your consort
Whose name I cannot dare to take
And let me bow
And write hymns of thee

Glee and taunts

When the hollowness
Finds the void
Both merge the soul
Spin it to a frenzy
Only to thaw a frozen illusion
Of love and care
Neither of which is real as said
Neither win
All that they render
Is a picture of gloom
Yet in such a gloomy sky
I look at the sky
Instead I see a moon
Smiling back
It is but a taunt
I think
Yet I rather stand and admire
For Meera would have
Even if the blue boy was mocking

Only if you were real
Like your thoughts seem to be
And all that could
Seem to have evaded my memories
Barring you
And your youthful touch

Hold me in your arms
Let the dew dry
And the flowers wilt
The trees , let them die

I long for your kiss

But is that such a wandering!
Must be , maybe not as much
In and amongst the fog
the brook and the howling valleys

I remember
Like yesterday
Like a vagabond, have I searched
And when i found
I found
What i found, was not as you
As you were

Yet your strawberry lips
Call me,
Remind me of the sweetness of your kiss
Of your caress
And your eye lashes on mine

Stillness
Dark, yet bright like a thousand suns
When it shall be compared to my heart
Would you be here?
Hidden
Amongst the infinite

All along the sandy shore
Where you and the waves lash
Or not, in the crimson dome

I miss the sweet taste of your skin
Like a million sparkles of tangerine
And those eyes
Calling me
Alluring me, to breach my advocacy

Of right and wrong that you compell me to evade
Only to mock
Yet i follow
Persist
In thoughts of you
Some pure some pure lust
Of longing and lone

What shall you choose
My heart or my soul
The heart you froze
The soul you made me sell
To the devil for a glimpse of you

I am Consumed
In your wanton lust and longing
Ridiculed by my own
One and all, yet i stray to you

Only , to know
Blue is another
So is red
Yellow and orange are persistent
And await to die

Feel

Let me describe your voice
Maybe I cannot
It feels like a call to a million thoughts
All at once
Only pleasant ones
Yet the thoughts stop sudden
As we go about our bits
And all I am left with
Is a loud silence and emptiness
Yet knowing this distance
If all but wanted
It is the first of many journeys
Which you will need to undertake
If my voice reaches you; know
I ask not to be missed
I want you to see me
Sitting at a corner , watching you
As does your thoughts
They do unto me
And knowing neither of us are alone
Not devoid of our love
Makes me
Makes you
Makes us.

Burn with rage

Let anger light your path
Burn fierce and brighten
Lead you through your quest
Let it not burn your soul
For the strongest of the forces
That life has given you is in rage
It is nothing short of proof
Proof of your passion
When what you seek is not met
It shows you the road
To wanton destruction
And towards reach
Pay heed to the latter
For the first is a crowded road
Kings and men have strayed into the first
Few have walked down the other
Those who have reached know
Anger is your greatest ally
Go with rage, go with fire
Light the world
When you reach , look back
Look upon, look deep
Smile and forgive
First yourself, then others.

Down the road

in the subtle glow
of the rainy sun
let me recount, seeing you
and as we walked down the road
amidst the crowd
did you see me, watching you
as i folded your umbrella
did you not see me struggle to wrap it
and did you see my gift of gab vanish
as your laughter soothed my running soul
maybe , maybe not
yet , in such rainy days
i remember writing your names
on a window pane, moistened by the rain

Why would it matter
When my mention of a name hurts you
When you were in the arms
Of another, ignoring me
Yet when I reached out to you
You told me I am your all
And when I never let anyone else close
You brush it away with disregard
When he stole a kiss
It was mine that he stole
When you stole my soul
It was mine that you stole
Yet when I stand
Amidst this storm of sadness
Of your longing
You ask me why I mentioned a name
A name that doesn't even register
And you disposed off my day
A day spent in the agony , of your missing voice

Trainers

After those long hours in wake
When the eyelids want to embrace
The mind has questions
The heart has no answers
Hours spent in a desperate push
To help some do better than others
Yet within it seems empty
A shell of their former self
So many dreams that have faded
Shunt, destroyed yet helping others reach
And a vacation is spent in an agony
For all their dreams are long dead
The class rooms, their mecca
The markers their voice
The souls that come and go
Are but a metaphor
Of their pipe dream.

Matter and state

As each bit of you dances in a wave
Let each bit of mine
Let the distance be a universe
Let my love and yours be our quantum entanglement
Divided by distance
Yet in synchrony to all changes
Where we are matter
Where we matter most
Yet knowing we are one
Like her songs and her soul
Let the blue skinned idol blink
For Meera, let her have her peace
Yet let , if this distance can put me in chaos
Let it, for it reminds me of us in it
Let all that we know dissolve
When it is put to a measure
Let there be no spin up or down
And if there is
Let it be yours versus mine.

An ode to Meera

Where does your love die?
After she gives into you
When you make love and want to move on
Yet you talk of love!
Where does love vanish?
When he takes you as his bride
And then all he does seems to just be ordinary
Yet you talk of love!
It is but a misnomer
The word you assume as love
You would not be able to comprehend
Yet you talk of love!
Is love in the offspring?
Is it in your food at the table?
Is it all you have seen as you were raised?
My idea seems to violate them then
Love is the ability to be you
Always and forever , as you
When you are not asked to choose
When you feel no need to either
Like the single string of her ektara
She was one with the one she saw

Awaken me
to the wake you are
And describe the word it is
Tell me what it would be
As you tell me you cannot
I am unable to express either
Is that what synchronous is
Like blank pages
either side of a book
Yet it rattles in the breeze
Like a galloping horse
Only gentler and prettier
Yet with curls
Dark ones, like I had
Beautiful, spell binding
You

Swirl into this vortex
Forget what you know
Gentle yet a chaos
Is that look
As if to not just set to trance
They seem to cast a spell
A spell that may make Medusa
Become a stone
Knowing those eyes
Is knowing death itself
Yet it is such a sight
To stare into
Over and again

There you are
Here I am
Yet, me bleeding
Yet to no end
Only to feel it, every drip
While you don't hear it drip
Into an ocean of a void
Never ever to let you know
How I wish for those chance meetings
And you are lost to your worldly ties
If this is love , in it's pain and glory
Let it be
For I know this as all I have
Let me die unknown

End

What would a fading star wish
Nothing less than its supernovae to remain
Endlessly, tho a few millennia is all it will
Yet a hope is all it has
What does a day seek
As the orange sun plummets
A few moments of visibility
Before the stars paint the sky
Such is what a heart seeks
When it is lost , lost to the wayward roads
Only to see a smile , a pinch or remembrance
A chance meeting and conversation.

Should you even know
What a fake exchange or fight means
You may know the fear within
Of it being so real at some point
Making one afraid, like a child staring at a severed head
Yet you may never know
For I may have never let you
And as such it is my fault
And so let me punish myself
In waking nights and haunting dawn
In eerie dusk and burning noons
Let me remember my choice
Of nothing else than fear and pain
That you love to cause
Then you try to heal it with the balm of love
What monster has I created
And what mouse have I become
Only to be broken over an on
While you rest thinking it is joyous.
In a parting
Where a loss is grief ; worse, like dying
And in a being where I am wilfully submissive to pain
Maybe you will feel what I do
Someday, maybe, maybe not
I was never hopeful of being unhurt.

What good is a calm mind
When the shackles separate us
And you stare into my eyes in a common longing
Yet I stand powerless
That night, was a rendition
In imagery,
that even words cannot express
And it still haunts my heart

Your demons exist
As a shrill reminder
That your escape from reality
Is just a pretence
Of man and God
Neither shall be forgiven
If one has wronged, bid your time
For time sees no bias
It shall arrive on swift hooves
Slashing and screaming
His white horse bathed in blood
Then if you seek mercy
You shall have none
For the end of all would have arrived
And that day, even the floating bed on Ananta
Shall seem to not pacify him
He rests, never asleep, you restlessly grow weary
Only a matter of time
As it turns, his war cry conch
Shall deafen the strongest of hearts.

A bed of arrows

You hold the will to death
Yet you never learnt the truth of the will
In such cosmic chaos of mine
You chose to bear the burden
Putting your word first
Following and seeing it blindly through
How many has thee slain sans mercy
Yet as the dust and blood became clay
You stomped forth on it alongside evil
Only for your desire to seem righteous
Yet you see me as the 'All'
Bow to me at my glance

Seeking to be forgiven, you beg
A warrior without equal, yet a beggar at my feet
You who I could decimate in a thought
Stand before my prodigy
He who is an instrument of mine
You choose to not end by it
Here I shall say to you , son of the raging river
The one beyond possible conquest of mere men
You shall obey, for you suffering of bearing ends today
And this battlefield is thirsty for your blood
Go in peace, let the blood of you flow
Like your mother washes away the sins of others
Let yours wash away yours
Sleep Bheeshma, your time has arrived.

Are you not afraid of me child?
Does not all this blood scare you?
That this is your father on my lap dying in pain
And that I am the one who is as you see devouring him!
Asked the divinity, 
A face of a lion under the roof of snake heads

Afraid? How can I be when I have not known its meaning?
Not known fear in any form since I have seen you
Always, till now when I looked into my heart
Now I am seeing you with open eyes
What is pain now, what is death, what is life?
I am in surrender
Says the child, transfixed at the face of the presence

What is the ‘I’ in me now lord?
The self is no longer what was
‘I’ and ‘me’ are no longer words with meaning 
I feel like a drop of water in the ocean of you
But the ocean scares me, it seems so unstill, ravaging, storming.
How shall I let go and merge into it?
How will I find the ‘me’ when I mix in you?
I asked.

Fear not child, when you fall into me, you are me
And once me you shall not need to find the ‘you’
And then you shall know that you have finished your search
And that your fears are what led you to me
The ocean is calm and gentle; close your eyes that you see with
Open the eyes of feeling; open the eyes in the soul
And you shall see, but only if you surrender to me
I hear the wind speak

I close my eyes; I see the ocean now calm
I hear its waves gentle to the touch, like a feet stepping on lotus
I ask if I can open my eyes now, I hear a ‘yes’
I find myself in the lotus he holds in one hand
Sleeping like an infant, and him watching me, like a mother.

Wait

When you fell into his arms
Did you forget mine
And as you kissed his lips
Did you remember mine
Was our kiss just a faux pas
For to me it felt unlike
The arms that held you were to comfort
To hold you to my soul
Not this flesh
Your lips on mine were heaven on earth
And yet you made me feel otherwise
Amongst all that I felt and embraced
Neither held my soul and satiated it
Yet now it feels swindled
A broken harp
That sings no tune
When you forgot me, did you wish
To forget what I had
When you touched his face, did it warm your heart
For your arrival warms mine
your touch ignites my soul
And your embrace lets me breathe
Your choices bleeds me
In all this blood lust
I await for nothing more
But to let you know
That you are you
Yet , I will wait
For the day when you feel my soul search
To find your true one
To merge into mine
An eternity, should it need

Of love and storm
Just the same as they seem
Yet as the storm passes
Love remains
Broken houses, uprooted trees
Are always replaced and the pain would pass
Unlike love, it never passes
It circles you
With you at its eye
And the world in a spin
As furious as Mars himself would lust
For such chaos is seldom felt

Of love

A child's heart
A lover has, only shattered
Worse than a toy being stripped away
For a child can find solace
A lover doesn't
A child can be pacified
A lover cannot
Not by God, not by things
For the storms of a lover's mind
Is the flux of all that is God and men
Love and loss, faith and debacle
Such a plight awaits those in love
Torn between need and want
Desire and content
Neither ever remains
For the labor of love
Is often lost
Neither kin, nor King, nor kingdom can save
What is deemed lost
Yet men love
For love brings us the chaos
In absolution
Unending
Scarred, yet beautiful

If you wander over
To my home amongst the woods
Touch the daisies as you pass
They want to know who you are
And the old tree trunk
That hangs my hammock
Helping me stare at the stars
Would be happy to be greeted by you
The candle stand would love to know you
And so would the floor, where i often slept bareback
Before I slept finally
Walk bare feet once , and let it feel your presence
And if you arrive before the night
Wave to the sunset
And if you could spare time
Lay down on my hammock
Wait for those little gentle stars
They always wondered who you are
For I may not be around to introduce them to you
But your arrival will need none
I am sure

Emptiness casts the darkest shadows

Beyond the cure of any light

And such can only be known

If you have reached its epitome

When one reaches there

One cannot be brought back

Time won't fill the void

Nor will a substitute

All that remains is the vacuum

It tugs 

Eating up the will to breathe

Aberration

Rid of all sanity
In a volatile cocktail of leaching pain
Like rains washing away the soil
From the roots of the mightiest tree
Only for it to topple over into a river of despair
Driftwood
And no badge, nor destination
Unclaimed and forgotten
Sometimes the bank scrapes it
Sometimes the rocks in the shallows
Yet none to claim it
Such is what one feels at loss
Your insides fall into a void
And all that you feel is numbness 
Swirling into a carcass
Forever dying yet never dead

Yard Sale

Everything must go
For it is out of touch
Nothing here seems to be mine
And the bits that seem , are not
The swollen pride
The rash mind
The device that was me
The sight that held me
The warm glow of love
The cold bite of lone
The wish to be alive
The desire to die
The gentle kiss of your eyelashes on my cheek
The frenzy of your lips on mine
The time of meet
The parting
The past , as we knew it
The present as it presents itself
The future rain drops
The waft of mountain fog
The acrid smell of pain
The little joy that remains
All of it must go
Only , to win you over once more
For it seems like an eon has passed
Though just two days
Here I am, wanting to wilfully breathe again

Poetic justice

Penchant
Of you
In a curdled wail of the soul
Like a symphony of a thousand trumpets
Severing my tendons
With a rusty blade
With gentle hands
As it tugs me closer to a kiss
A kiss of ruse
To hide your concealed knife
And as you lovingly push it deeper
Your words
Sweet as hemlock
Yet I stare
Knowing imminent end
But as an infant
Reach to your fingers
As you hold me close
Hearing my bleed
I touch the blade
It is as beautiful as you
Now warmed by my life essence
Momentarily
Moments pass
And I do too
In a paradoxical paranoia
Of wanting death as you hold me
Yet slain by the very
Poetic justice

Random musings

Broken ,
Won't you set my heart adrift
Aloft, on the dark pools of despair
Won't you send gargoyles to slash and kill
Splatter and gash the red flaming heart
As they skim it of the pool and perch
Won't the pain grow stronger still
And won't you want me to shiver with chill
Spine to marrow, Femur to tarsal, Eye to toenails
Won't you puncture me with tiny pins
And watch my soul ebb from those ruby pools
And as the choke grows
You will cease
For the day has passed
Tomorrow , another bout awaits
You and me
Us, two tugging the same rope
In love and in darkness

Wake,
Manifest as the all there is
Yet be humbled
feel the wind on your face
Let it sing it's heart out
And awe at the sun lit mornings
Dream into the gentle night sky
Those stars are yours
They never could be mine
For I made them for you
When you weary frame
Settles under a shade
Touch that tree
speak to it of your love for it
Hear the dry leaves rustle
Glance upon the stream meander
Reach the mountain tops
Stretch your arms
Touch my face
Breathe in me
And stay mine

You

Check your six
When you walk your path
For on your heels, I shall haunt
And as you stop to gleam
Per chance upon a gentle moment
I shall only place upon you my gift of hurt
Yet only for to know
If you are indeed worth your salt
And then I will punish you worse
Till you keep up the fight
I am not your enemy
I am you, your own
I am the sentience in you
The one that lets you never be happy
For you are my clay
And I am your klin
You will be transformed by me
Yet you will always want to fall and break

Lore

Why should one hold back
Feelings of any kind , that courses through the veins
It is to be sane
And be human, for a lesser one is impulsive
If love is unleashed, without control
It shall only burn
Both parties, into a dust and dysfunction
Only to choke
If pain is unleashed
It shall only claw at the soul
And drive one to death
In its unbreakable grip
If jealousy surfaces
It can only be a fall from grace
In the eyes of the self and the other self
Ending in a pool of hurt
So beyond all possible
I choose to refrain
For I know my letting go
Brings only loneliness

Corrode

If the edge of the earth were
To be an end for those
That hold me dear
Why do I push those over it?
Is this the Meera I am
Or is this the defiant arrogance personified as Drona
Is my heart, a Karna, in the swirl of the obsession of perfection
Yet tied to chains of my own truths
Or is it just the obsession
To warm in the glow of the pain
Of all I hold dear
Or , have I transcended to a realm of pure
Of pure evil
Beyond saving
Or is it again me not letting go
Of all I know is wrong
Yet it's allure casts a grip;
I seem to flow with
This was not the me, this is not, this cannot be
Yet between the want of being kind, i wander
In a realm, a fabric torn that shielded my heart from such  destruction
Or do I love my fall from grace
Yet why do I pull my self to do what is right
Yet knowing, this is all a false proposition
Am I dead already, yet I seem to convince me otherwise.

Fade

I have been there where you have
And we both have nothing but misery
When the bundle o fur and joys faded
We had no one to fill the void
She was but human
More human than canine
Yet she made us 'grown men' cry
Even when we have faced what we deemed worse
In this hour of your sadness
Remember , i share the moment with you brother
She was our's , more than that you wer her's
And such love can never be felt again.

Strong memories

Those leaves that rustle, and all they do is sing melodies
Often forgotten ones, like those of  childhood songs, sung when my heart had no qualms
Where summer brought not just sunlit evenings but mangoes on trees
And rains were the season of roasted corn on charcoal
As little , the little we could, we met , in class, after class
And that year is still as fresh in my mind, like the taste of a fresh brew of barley and hops
The sight, of you were not a wonder till you were around
But began to seem so, when I moved a 100 miles away
Yet you never knew, for I never knew either, You and me were both juveniles
The only thought besides the fog and morning haze I recollect to date , you
Now no longer a possibility of seeing, if yes minus the haze and fog
The light drizzle of those mountain rain, the gentle cold and calm
Yet in my mind, I see it all
Annealed as one
A sight I never want gone
Of closed eyes, yet most times I try to see it as childish
Are we not all still the very child, we were?
And then the age passes brings forth my current, currents of the flow of this very reality
That tug, and I in this duality
Exist, yet never forgot, not that I will, but if old age does catch up
And Alzheimer's steadily takes it toll
I wish it leaves your memory untouched
For it reminds me, of being in touch
A hint of my inner child
And as such, the peace of knowing.

Thoughts into poetry

Does time dilate when you are far away or does your clock just stop being away from me
For to me you are away longer than your perception of time
Do you stare at the sky asking for directions like me
Or like me, look away in fear, of being alone , without you in the grandeur of the starry night
Yet these may be just a measure of materialism
Are you and me  strangers to such thoughts, when they are so profound
When dawn, i wish for dusk
Do you wish for dawn when I wish for dusk
Like being tidally locked
Hoping to draw near to a time for our meet , knowing it is longer than either of us accept
Such is still true, and i still wander, curled up in my bed
Knowing you mirror me doing the same as you sleep
Does the universe conspire against you, do you think if it is still
Like I doubt, it does against my vehement wishes of wanting to catch your glimpse
Maybe we both do
Maybe there is no you
Maybe it is me, just you, in a parallel universe, a mirror of my soul

Konark

Where were you all this while
When my insignificance mattered to me
As I lived by watching myself
Grand, above the divinity

And as Meera, I stood before you
Crying like a child
Unable to understand, your grandeur
In tears

As I tried to capture your existence
My soul leaped away
Asked me if I could
And I felt humbled

For such is your existence
As I saw you, I felt you see me
My sight has no guts to stare
Yours peered into my heart

I walked to you
Sans the pseudo brilliance and tact
Abolishing my fears and will
Surrendered, such is your presence

Walk

Stare at the sunlight
For the shadow will always follow
Look at the path to walk
The 'walked on' will be left behind
Seek the fruit
The toil of the gardening shall fade
Rise,
The starkness of the failure shall set
As the bright orange turns to black
The black shall fade to orange
When you walked and fell
You picked up yourself to walk again
We are always the infant
For the earth is our mother
Always here
Holding your hand
Breathe
Feel her gentle hands warm your cold

Some Assembly Required

And if i had an unbroken heart
You would have broken it
It is now a jigsaw
So you nor time can break it
Call that my defence
Call it my fear
For I never have let it mend
Instead , made into a puzzle
For all that I am drawn to
Only manage to break it is what I knew
Here again
Scattered , this time again
Only as a puzzle
Though the edges are not sharp
Makes picking it up
Putting it together easy
You walk on, away
I am good at arranging this unmarked puzzle
Of my heart

Come with me
you need to see
The carefree breeze
Over the great blue sea
The sea churns at its mere wisp
Like your heart did in love's grip
Where is the red in your blood gone
And has the winter chilled your soul
Yet such is a momentary passing
For you will write over and again
Of these valleys and valets
Wallets and volleys
Winds, and wind chimes
Seas and good times
And then you will warm up
So come, start,
Let disconnectedness be your Muse.

What if I could choose
Where shall I rest my face
When I breathe my final one
Let it be in your hair
For they are the very essence
Of all I have dreamt of
And so shall be a fitting journey's end
They are my rain clouds
They are the shade of my noon sun
They are the scarf of my winters
They are, for they are yours
As I am
And as I will be
Until you choose to forget me

In a crossfire of death wish and wanderlust

If to die, where
If to roam, where
For I want to sleep
Underneath the stars
On a hill , breathe my last
But so do I want to , on a beach
And on the bank of a gentle stream
And the walkway of a forest, amongst tall trees
But you die once, and such is the tragedy
Living was good
Yet all it gives my mind is annoyance
Of being made to be , what I am not
Or being made to do what I won't
But is that not dying everyday?
Yet in a not so serene setting
Why not choose to die
Why not die , in bliss
But, so many places to want
Yet only one , i can die in

Yesterday was

As you sit and ponder
Do those moments mean anything
They did not , they won't
The time has passed
Yet you seek to rake the past
Does it make you happy
Does it make you sad
It doesn't
It is just a fading memory
It is the ash of the wood
That kept you warm and is of no concern
Such is the past
If you choose to revel in it
You are trying to burn ash to keep warm
Hasn't
Won't