Solitude

A blade of grass is never lonely,
Nor are the drops of rain that nourish,
Nor are the stones that tumble down,
Nor the mountain that let it go.
The little lamb is never lonely,
For after its mam it has a herd,
Nor is the shepherd lonely,
For he has his hearth.
So never is the moon lonely,
For it has the sky as its shelter,
For though my moon be dark towards the sky,
The sky always is brighter with her.

And this day I live

There somewhere is all i know
What who why answer slow
Damn all those who ask
In dark such feelings grow.
And this day I live,To die another day.
There someone is all i care,
A night and emotions bare.
But the flowers adorn my hell,
The devils luck do I share.
And this day I live,To die another day.
This day lives for another day,
Somewhere there's another way,
The hand of lucifer they say,
In dark will those moments stay.
And this day I live,To die another day.

To death

Death my fickle mistress!
Where art thou.
For long have I searched your bosom,
And yet to kiss that hem.
Your glimpses are of bliss,
Dreams of the cold embrace.
Cold I do not mind,
Warmth was never for me.
I have sung this song for long,
I am tired of my nights.
Little smiles are me,
Those smiles I find not anymore.
Duties are never done,
Mirages always leave unsung.
What little I have seen,
You my lady, why art thou afraid of me.
Needs I beckon thee with deeds,
Or will a flint beckon thee.
I have no plans of living with you,
Your dominion either holds no glee.
Touch me once and forget,
Wither me inside and I may care not.
My lady intimate
When thou nurtured a kid,
What grouse thou hast against me.

A smile

Wish a smile.
A million stars there be,
But be one moon in me.
What price be a smile,
A lie even tell it to me.
Hook a nose, cringe that head,
Forget the night,
Wish a smile to me.

A thief

Once upon a time there was a thief. He was an artist. The art of stealing. All the kingdom's, all the kings, and all the vaults he stole from. So much so that people started using him to test their vulnerabilities. They would let it known that their vault was the best. The thief knew but for lack of a challenge he kept on. With every passing day he was better. But alas!
The locksmiths had none to offer. Our incorrigible thief then proclaimed to the world, a challenge, to prove a locksmith worthy of honor.
Many came. All left with but their dignity. The thief grew restless. One fine night came a letter. He opened it up and his eyes lit up. In there lay the work of a life. The magnum opus of thiefdom.
The night after our thief went and returned with a piece of the puzzle. Night after night he went. Every night he brought a part. He then realized the puzzle, part by part. His heart grew heavy. He realized that he loved the puzzle. Piece by piece he fell. With every passing day, the more he stole, the more he loved. A day came when he had all. He slept in peace, but all the kingdom was distraught. Children were scared. Elders grew mad. And then there was chaos.
The thief realized that the life of the world lay in his pockets. A thief never gives back. The day was heavy. The artist weary but resolute. And then he knew what he had to do.
He toiled. Every night he returned. Every night a piece restored. Every night he would sigh, but for the children he went back. Every night he put a small piece back. Along with it, a piece of him went. His heart would be wrenched and still he kept going. Finally on a night he was alone again. He looked up and there among the stars was his love. Time stopped.
For himself till this day he steals the moon for his heart. And then gives the moon back to them that love her.
The thief knows not and cared not. He never asked the moon. Never did he ask, what it feels to her to be stolen. To be in pieces and whole again. In his heart he knows not all. But for a life he will steal, for else he remains not a thief. But the bards ask. They see not him. They ask of the moon. Where she leaves her pieces and who gathers them back. The moon always smiles. For she tells not all.

Love amongst strangers.

Where we feel,
Deep down there is a knot,
One tangled thought.
And then there is this longing,
One that eviscerates,
All that is me.
Lost in circumstance,
Love amongst strangers.
Love changes not,
But in love there be love,
Oh how to portion my heart.
Pieces I could make,
And not lose it all.

Passing by those streets

I have passed by these streets.
Then I did count each brick.
I remember each groove I skipped by.
I remember looking at people passing by.
remember their smiles, their love.
I see the water under the bridge.
The reflections never could blind watery eyes.
How I wished I never was here again.