So Beautiful


Promises are beautiful,
The simplest expression of love,
Of love of every kind,
The expression itself, so beautiful.

Simple things,
Like my lover’s poem,
A friend’s jokes,
All, such simple things.

A little look,
At you with a naughty smile,
And I see your eyes light up,
Just with a little look.

You hold my hand,
As we cross the street,
Just because you want to,
Tight, you hold my hand.

When you’re sad and broken,
I’ll find you in the darkest corners,
Just to make you mine,
So you’re sad and broken no more.

I made a promise to love you,
With all my silliness and frivolousness intact,
With the best that I can be and more,
I promise to always love you.

Life is so beautiful,
With you by my side,
My sweet lover and dear friend,
Life can be so beautiful.

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Love Doesn’t Last


 

You dream yourself a life,
Envision yourself a shadow,
Close your eyes and pray,
For just the perfect tomorrow.

A story you wish to write,
Short, about two friends,
Design a happy ending,
And all you end up with is a fight.

A deep cup of coffee,
Deeper conversations still,
So much said in the silence,
So much that couldn’t be.

Memories that were made to be shared,
To be cherished by just you two,
They run down your face in tears,
Sign of a heart way beyond repair.

Isn’t this the story,
The one you set out to write,
You may not know this now,
That love’s end is always gory.

Call me a naysayer, or what you may,
History bears witness,
And broken hearts tell stories,
That true or not, Love doesn’t stay.

For Love And Nothing But Love.


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And as i fall deeper and deeper in love, you pull me back into the dark abyss of make believe. You make up fables that i believe and lose my mind over the reality of you and i. The weak heart that lives in me, so eager to surrender, knows not your stealthy ways. Exhumed in the sea of my karma, my soul rests in waiting. Waiting for an awakening from its dreams of the idea of you. Oh heart, you show me visions of a life I’ve lived once and left behind. The very visions of a life i’m yet to live. So vivid your colors in my mind’s eye, I’m delirious with you just a breath away. I’m out of breath for you’re stealing my very life blood through your touch. Faith, you and I must walk these roads together, and Hope must lead the way. I’m but a paradoxical being, lost and found by many, but belong to none. There are desires that beckon hesitantly to me, I walk to them and hold them close to my heart. A day will arrive and carry me with my heart on my sleeve. The day the sun will shine just for me and engulf me in its golden warmth. For love and nothing but it, will I breathe then. For love and nothing but love.

My Bequest.


The world goes around,
Goes around again and again,
With our eyes shut tight,
Dreaming to endure the pain.

Friends turn foes,
Faster than they turned friends,
No matter how it started,
Everything always comes to an end.

We put our faith in one another,
Even though we fail to deserve that wealth,
Life is but a repeated test,
Of an existence built upon stealth.

Heartache, heartbreak, always,
But we live them every step of the way,
So dark the con of man,
What we do, we dare not say.

I look into another’s eyes,
Hope for nothing but hope itself,
All I see are shadows of deceit,
Wrecked, I turn to myself.

A hand over my eyes,
A stone over my heart,
I head towards another folly ,
I love, and I’m back at the start.

Show me my heart,
Show me yours too,
For once, hold me to my word,
So I too can trust you.

Wicked world, make me yours,
Teach me your wicked ways as well,
Last one standing I remain,
My woes and tears, to whom do I tell.

Silent anticipation remains,
Of a simpler time than now,
Where I pause for myself,
And comprehend my when and how.

A simple prayer, as simple as it gets,
Let truth live in my heart, my only request,
I’ll leave nothing behind, take none from you,
Just my truth, is my only bequest.

Mea Culpa


The light within that shines,
The one that dims with time,
Through no one’s folly,
But my own, Mea Culpa.

The cross i bear upon my heart,
That wasn’t there from the start,
Its carved out of no one’s sins,
But my own, Mea Culpa.

Nightmares that I see at night,
Of my and my beloved’s fight,
The doom of no one’s love,
But my own, Mea Culpa.

The way the world looks at me,
This world that I want to flee,
The unrest is no one’s,
But my own, Mea Culpa.

Utter silence of my soul,
A heart as burnt as coal,
Is there no one left to save me,
But me alone, Mea Culpa.

I confess to my sins,
And welcome in me the pins,
Of god’s punishment and my karma,
For my salvation alone, Mea Culpa.

What remains with me now,
Is just the when and the how,
Of my past and the lessons learnt,
All just my own, Mea Culpa.

But daylight is here once more,
To sooth my soul so sore,
I begin to heal with love,
With me remains, Mea Culpa.

Hands folded again in prayer,
I kneel in reverence of my past,
For it’s been my greatest teacher,
And will save me from Mea Culpa.

And while the karmic powers,
Conspire and aspire for me,
I shall forever remember,
Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maximus Culpa…