almost like a dream.

Almost like a dream in lost landscapes,
Behind the rickety gates of our past;
There rests a rose which resembles your shape,
Which transcends the beauty of the valley vast;

Always in the heart she loves,
And hears every whisper that weeps;
Her smile echoes in the sky above,
Below a forsaken forest lies asleep;

Each day the sun climbs up your lips,
To shamble in the tricks of lust and pride;
A song, like a wing, it eclipses,
The continuation of landscapes by your side;

        Almost like a dream these words will forever shine,
        In the summer skye where our fates intertwine.

high and low.

five words that’s all you said
followed by five more
but never ever
you picked up your phone
and followed five more words
but nothing more

and now it’s late
in the dark
and the moon is nowhere
where it should be tonight
the black is taking over
the light
of your eyes

so darling
let’s not run away
to where we can’t make roads
you stay where you at
and i’ll be gone
soon as i get a little low.

one last light

i reach out to the stars
for the light to live on for a while
my fragments travel afar
spreading out west in 49 miles

i close my eyes some certain nights
and gaze at constellations I’ve made
with cluster of souls that fit just right
with mine, free and calmly laid

i walk up to each of them
and feel them growing in fire
when they cool down I pick up those gems
and move them above and higher

they glance to see how far they are
and thank the Lord about
the shine, the scars, their dimensions out far
I see them sailing out, and out

and now I crawl in my lonely sky
missing the light I found
all but one sang goodbyes
a spacial rose still hangs around

in this dusky sky of mine
amidst the dark of lights, their vain
i still have one star that flickers
the light that care still remains.

How to write

you ask
how I write poetry.

those words that
rhyme together in an
unusual way that
stays, with you
and the ones getting
wet in their rain.

there’s no secret, darling.

these words
and their poetry that
you claim to see
is not even real.

the only poetry
I believe
I ever saw was in
your wild hair, hypnotizing
its audience in the
wild wind ampitheatre
and in your
eyes, when you look
at me, and

smile.

Back to the stars

those dreams, they were different,
making it hard to fall,
into the deep pit of dark,
inside the dim hall,

the yellow lamely fighting the black,
but firmly standing its minor ground,
i couldn’t help but notice,
the beauty of the moment around,

as the knob turned around,
the warmth of the night felt alive,
the shift of the focus towards the sky,
told me i wasn’t the only dreaming tonight,

shining, they were,
quite awake,
i stayed really quiet,
in my world of believe and make,

one by one they flew,
they flew far away out of my jar,
i felt like leaving the ground,
and going back to the stars.

The Sun came down before I came

The sun came up before its time,

Shining with glory of a victorious war,

Fueling the life in nature and its rhyme,

It felt close, but vision realized it was far…

The wind broke loose,

Fell over the face,

My eyes forces to close,

Not in the disgrace,

But in the moment of burning lies,

That lay deep down inside,

I was racing towards the end of this play,

Only to realize its the heart that stays,

Till the end when you have ridden the waves,

Up and down the place you sway,

Just staying to the edge in the rough times,

Believing what’s worthy and going for its shine,

No wonder the push throws you away,

You still get on even after the shades of grey,

And when you find your way through the blue,

The Sun will be there waiting for you,

But it didn’t matter, neither your name nor fame,

The Sun came down before I came…

Revenge of the Fallen

The life is against me,

Following her is the time,

Everything going out of the way,

Life’s not merely a rhyme…

 

Black skies looking merciless,

No question of luck being on my side,

My inside pulling me beneath the surface,

My fears running for a place to hide…

But Life cannot tell me,

The way I’ve to live,

Nor can the faces around…

Now is the time,

To take my paranoia out,

To let my fears drown…

Deeply reflecting on my past,

Buried somewhere which I once had,

Where mistakes were clearly left out,

And feelings were never said…

 

It holds no love, peace or harmony,

Just bits of memories, there is a dearth,

But now I’m keenly waiting,

For my new-to-world birth…

Now is the time,

To change the things,

To find a space in this egoistic place…

These faces tell me,

Its not that easy,

But I’m sure I’ll find a thousand ways…