A Beautiful Dream

Finding nothingness in this search
I quench for the last sip
are things meant to be this way?
Dreams,
To what I clenched tight
Blurry and merely illusions
As reality kick in
Clocks start ticking
For I am Wide awake
Wondering...

In times of hazy judgement 
One can see the light
But not the way...
Dreams are but forseen future..
For night and day are logical thoughts
Sleep comes when the minds hazy...

Hazy minds need no distraction
For they see a different kind of light
Logical thoughts too seem to fade
As daylight distinguishes from the night
Sleep is for the old man
who has lived many years to see
For I am only a budding flower
A flower when spring finally wakes

The seasons are strange
Life some offers yet death comes after,
Budding flowers bloom in plenty
Fragrance enchants the air
Yet hail of shower stones the elegant
Flowers by plenty and the air filled with rot...
Be weary of the seasons
They change like the clouds dark yet heavenly...

Banish Fear and Ignorance
For the tide has hit the shores tonight
Welcome the unwelcoming
Release the mental thoughts
As stars dim underneath these clouds
Even silence is slowly swallowed
One moment after another
Dark and Husky shadows of light
As the flames from the candle dies...

Fear is for the brave as ignorance for the wise
Both shapes a soul
the tides are ashore and many to come in haste
For the tides need no gesture of welcome 
Nor did it ever know silence like the calm stars
The flames may die but the ashes will remain 
Embedded in the sands of shore
and the tales of flame the tides shall carry
a hope of silence for these restless tides...

Such like the tales of sorrow briefly washed along the sea
No permanence will it ever know
As fishes do not live to see
No glory in death not glory in living
The colorful canvas paints itself red
In tales of woe yet to be told...

Such is the joyous tragedy of life
the birds sing to the funeral
the dogs bark to the shadows
the breeze blows through a fire
the truth no one knows
if the fishes could speak and the sun could rest
impermanence would just be another lie...

If lies could be told
the rays of heaven speak blasphemy
As sen seek the truth and life does forsee the hidden path
Fire only replays the role left to burn
"As ashes to ashes
Dust to dust"
The golden words remain to b spoken
As winds carry the last sound from the dying conch
Through it be a message of hope...

How far does thee seek?
The realm hidden beneath all beauty
For the fulfillment of the bread when eaten
To the staleness of the yeast untouched
Everything else whispers silence
When truth seems to break and heal
Ans the winds of change come in...

I seek no truth to life
I seek no fountain of happiness
For the lead dried and decay
the winds carry me and the ponds embrace me in circle
I seek not the way nor the path
I remain covered with dirt
For a day will come
When the path find me...

Denying Truth

A strong wind swallowed us up in the air
swirling high, feet above the ground
I try to reach out to you but I was numb
All I could feel was the sudden climb...

As I opened my eyes
to a blurry silhouette
staring straight at me
A dark 2 am it was
I hid under the blanket

Lights switched on
Everything about me was shiver
Sweaty palms and feet
I was afraid to close my eyes

Vivid images from words
I look beside me for comfort
everything was still and unmoved
Tears swell, heart was pacing
I breathe for air

"It's all in the mind, there is no one, easy"
He said to me as if he knew it
I couldn't close my eyes
So waited for minutes to pass by
For dawn would break eventually
And then everything would be okay...

There is a truth to it:
"When we sleep we let lose our souls to wander"
We are incapable of this very control
over our minds and our body
lifeless we remain
to the truth beyond us...

The Universe and Me

This feeling...
The emptiness of a whole solitude
Heart falling in a matter of seconds
Suddenly trapped in a powerful wave
Moments disappear into this disease
Slowly eating every part of the body!

Simple things complicating life
The seed of love falters away
Truth buried deep within the sands
and
Life is beautiful for my own good.

The full moon and it's gravitational pull
I let it serenade me
weaving my thoughts together
unfinished and unraveled
It all collapsed helplessly.

Love is a wildfire
It burns so quickly
making darkness an unsung melody
refusing to applaud
The voice my tragedy
Ruining everything I love,

How do I  Love?...

Reason

A sad soul is always up past midnight.

I think it is a miserable feeling in the world trying to sleep when you've got a million things running in your head and you tell your mind to stop and even your heart tells you to do so because it has seen and knows you better than you think. I may never understand why I would never be the best when I thought I was most important . It's true what they say "We accept the love we think we deserve" and no matter how far we try to drift away from this truth, the fear of neglect is far greater. Greater than the feeling of the unknown or even drowning, rape, betrayal or murder. I have started to differentiate between alone and loneliness. The heart has its own reasons that even reason does not know.

What would it take to be wrapped up in his arms?
I cannot understand nor can I be empathetic
But I try hard to feel this glimmer of hope waiting to be ignited.

There is no light burning brightly at the end of the tunnel nor is there a wickering flame from a candle nearby. Sometimes we expect more from others, because we would be willing to do the same for them. There will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right as what comes easy won't last and what lasts won't come easy. And sometimes you realize that the only mistake you make is in caring too much.

I am only human.
I bleed when I am wounded
I ache when I am hurt
I crash and then breakdown.

So whatever I decide to do I am going to make sure it makes me happy for everyone I meet is fighting a battle and I know nothing about it so I chose to be kind always. Often people think that being alone makes one lonely but I've realized that it is not true. Most times, being surrounded by wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.

There are two types of people in this world:
(1) Those who say "I will believe it when i see it:" and
(2) Those who say "To see if, I know i must believe it"

So as  i try to drift back to sleep past midnight, it is said that those who don't sleep confuse reality with dream... Who are you?

Starry Night

Like Diamonds in the dark sky
A starry starry night
Shinning bright taking position
I stood in awe as I gazed upward...

They spoke to me in a language I somehow seemed to understand
At least for that very moment
Blinking endlessly trying to communicate..

Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are...?
A burning sun? A planet or a speck of light
I can't tell just yet

You question my grounded beliefs
You even doubt my existence
Tonight I wish upon you
For infinite love and trust
So that I may start to believe again...