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