Abandoned

The pain in the voice had someone felt,

Fall from grace, a day was ,hope wept,

Modesty, why art thou so close to the heart!

Behind quiet faces are such depths kept.

Strength corrupts but does weakness melt,

The price of honor of humanity bereft,

A day was it or providence so cold,

In the heart of man,the ugly animal left.

For I overheard dead men tell no tales,

Of lechery, the school of vile art,

In the arms of despair, hope pales,

Wanton abandon was my part.

On providence

Thoughts I have had, past and clear,
Blunders done ,scars I now bear,
Leaves have fallen, riding the fall,
Hating the dreams, heeding the call.
How I wish, you could see me now,
Walking the dreams, feeling the droll.
Someone wake me, please ask me now.
Procrastination,darkness was my call.
Listening to reason, failing to heed,
Blind to the signs, doubt to breed,
Searching, craving for what was mine,
Behind closed walls, the mist and wine.
How I wish,we were never apart,
Without the dark, love in the heart,
Oh I have but a life to remember,
A lonely grave and a life to depart.

Steps

What is it to see people grow !
Then you wonder at heart if it is so true
Grow she has but the innocence stays
Memories walk in the strangest ways.

As strangers we walked the wildest dreams,
At crossroads, separate road we did pass,
Different ways, why do they then cross,
In vain I have tried my steps to retrace.

On the past

"To love,To suffer,To think is to seek poetry."



Why do two suffer, when one would suffice,

Loving in moments, a lifetime's surmise.

Watery eyes have a debt to collect,

Time will turn and love resurrect.



Too much that was pristine is ravaged,

Too little, that was precious saved,

So much is lost , so little gained,

For others folly our hearts have pained.



Hopes and dreams have had a lot to say,

Hearts bleed, staring at each passing day,

Our lives our emotions kept at a bay,

Now let them lead their lives as they may.



Of us, a lot of questions were asked,

Quiet, patient, a lot we did pass,

For others, accursed lives have we led,

Fighting the dreams, crying to the bed.

To a new hope

"To love,To suffer,To think is to seek poetry."

Why do two suffer, when one would suffice,

Loving in moments, a lifetime's surmise.

Watery eyes have a debt to collect,

Time will turn and love resurrect.

Too much that was pristine is ravaged,

Too little, that was precious saved,

So much is lost , so little gained,

For others folly our hearts have pained.

Hopes and dreams have had a lot to say,

Hearts bleed, staring at each passing day,

Our lives our emotions kept at a bay,

Now let them lead their lives as they may.

Of us, a lot of questions were asked,

Quiet, patient, a lot we did pass,

For others, accursed lives have we led,

Fighting the dreams, crying to the bed.

Today I walk

Today I walk
A shuffling gait, unsure of my path,
I have fallen , unsure in the past,
Adios o malevolence , for you will not win,
Not till I breathe.

Today I wait,
For time itself to pass ,I stand still ,
I have cried, but I was and I will,
Adios o malevolence , for I do not quit,
Not till you live.

Today I burn,
For fire itself will never be warm,
I have burnt ,but the fire burns within,
Adios o malevolence , for I do not wilt,
Not till I breathe.

Today I laugh,
For pain was never painful enough,
I have smirked, for when did pain hurt,
Adios o malevolence, for I do not kneel,
Not till you feel.

Walk on , for the winds do change,
Laugh quiet, for when did we care,
Stand still, for the time will pass,
Till the dark, where I laugh again.

Some of those

Some of these days, I will not be around,

skulking around the day,nights will come to pass,

feeding the vines,that throttle in the deeps of my heart,

Some of these nights, I will not be around.

Staring up the blues,the days will come to pass,

Some of these flowers will adorn the blight,

Walkin up the stairs, some doors will let me pass,

Some among the fields would streak in rays of light.

Some of these days, the sun will come around,

Rising above the dead, the tears would come to dry,

Slipping in her gait, with a kiss and a sigh,

Some of those moments, she will one day be around.