Finale

Dear readers(if any) and the blog in itself,

It had been a pleasure to be a part of your interest and time. This is my final post. I will not publish poems anymore for the very simple reason that I can't. I am without a muse, without inspiration. But I will not delete this blog for I may one day look back and smile to who I was. I have had a great time venting out myself in this blog. The poet in me is pretty much alive to myself.

Thank You

Finale

Summer Solstice

Let me cite a story in this post. And the answer to where I found this tale is like most stories that pinch beneath our skin - "It found me".

It happened before time, in the lawns of the Lord,
Where there was no hatred, no place for the sword.
It happened beyond clouds, in the endlessness and void.
It begun with innocence, and that itself was destroyed.

There played two tiny angels, on the green glazing grass,
Two hearts that bled love, anything else was more crass.
Two souls that were in search, of something so true,
They played until they laughed, then played again too.

Suddenly they gasped, they could no more run,
But something was wanted, they had room for more fun.
Elif , the older one, hit Mia as a trial,
And when she saw no harm, hit again after a while.

Mia smiled, "Don't hit me",she said, "I am weak."
But Elif thought just 'one', won't be the final tweak.
She hit her again, and laughed, smiled, sighed,
Mia smiled back ofcourse, said "Now I have to die".

Elif asked what she can do, but wave her goodbye,
For things were beyond what she could reach trying.
Elif gave a few tears, asked 'Where would you go?',
"Home," Mia said, "I'll be waiting you know".

The luxury of atonement, Elif had not anymore.
Stories are stagnant, reality moves farther than before.
But the serenity that grabs, in the million moments recalled,
Will keep the nothing of today, a festival through time evolved.

June 21 has the longest day of the year. I predict it has the longest night too and I can die to believe otherwise.

Summer Solstice

Sunset Silhouttes

There's a roadless walk
Progressed by you feet.
A word astray, a misnomer
pledged by defeat.

A speechless argument with yourself,
A thought, more waste than help,

In a starless night,
With clouds in fleet.
A dense tear drop dries,
Sadness in your cheeks.

Withstand all that's against
To believe.
Ignorant!!Your hope will endure
For you'll never know for sure,
Why did she leave?

Sunset, no mourns,the journey of the sun,
A roadless walk like every lost soul.
Night skies remind the ungrateful,
The light that makes it whole.

Not the light,never the.
The idol in the templed night.

A prayer, worshiped, he knows his God.
Only now he rethinks, when did she ever leave?
A smile. A ponder. An argued agreed nod.
A bless. A world, his God had reasons in.
In She believe.

Sunset Silhouttes

The Road To Another

The truth staring through her glaring eyes,
The faith that her open arms send
On the road that promised my demise,
I wait for the light
That waits for her at the tunnel's end.

And wait we all,hence, breed our lives
To become more than we'd dare.
On the road with deceased paradise
We plant our hopes,
For all is foul when all is fair.

The Road To Another

Kamei

If ever there was a wind that brushed not through unkempt woods,
If ever there was a wish that bruised, undid all goods,
If ever there was a wage that took more than it never gave,
If ever there was a work that destroyed, that did not save,
If ever there was a wound that preached hate, cause it got no love,
If ever there was a wing that flew fearing hunt, not for the sky above,
If ever there was a wall that separated brothers under the sun,
If ever there was a wand that spread darkness in return of fun,
If ever there was a want that put a man before the world,
If ever there was a word that meant something, otherwise unfurled,
If ever there was a wrong, one of above maybe, I did,
Punish me father, forgive then, for I am no more a kid.

Kamei

ASIGNATURA

When did the birds ever stop singing? When did the ruins of what we call past ever bury themselves inside time? Its only because we cared less that we did not take note. Its only and always a vague conjecture we follow until we crash. That again gives way to another self-proclaimed conviction and another and another. And each time, we are destined to crash, simply for the reason that there is an end to every illusion. A finger is always pointing the other way. And that is when you stop and ask yourself,"Is this the right direction?" .

Songs are like feelings. They have an end. Good ones are remembered. Bad ones ought to be forgotten. And life in all its magnitude is nothing devoid of feelings. A staunch glare at your own life will reveal its custom kaleidoscope of highs and lows and conscious planar feelings. When a person is aware that he or she is not feeling anything, that is a feeling in itself. This is analogous to the sweetest song of all - silence. And I believe we will keep crashing and resurrecting ourselves till we find our feeling of silence.

That is when we begin taking note of the world beyond our skin and then the world beneath our skin gets clearer for even the blind to see purity.The birds never stopped chirping. The old fan still makes that creaking sound. The world is still spinning west to east. The sun is never late to work. The universe is still busy in its unproven conspiracies. The silence is still worth hearing.

ASIGNATURA

Be Leave

Leave me alone, even if there be options.
Leave me alone with myself taken away.
Now that I am bleeding someone else’s blood
Leave me alone with the dark dusk’s dismay.

Leave me my mind, at peace I doubt
But leave me my thoughts anyway.
I am burning within with all I was burning without
And leave me burning, I pray.

Leave me a note, a picture , a song,
And leave all you thought I would say.
Leave without a look of your face, friend
For I will see the guilt, helpless I will stay.

Leave me a moment where you can forget my name,
And recall everything that’s not today.
Leave the anger ,you gained from mine,
Leave the words that you want to say.

Leave the roads to the memories open,
For I need to come back after I have lost my way.
Leave a work of your patience acclaimed,
Leave me forgotten, like the flooded cay.

Leave me some pain, towards the end of march
Two days away, today.
Leave me nothing, if nothing is an answer,
Leave me not if I ask you to stay.

Be Leave