Departing Note

Sudden tempest of overwhelming words,
Thoughts that gaze at a departing figure,
Words does betray,
Save emotions unfelt…un-thought…unexpressed…

Thus I pray my words from within,
Reverberate deep down her heart,
while it echoes through the narrow lanes and wide streets,
up the sky’s heights to the sea depth…

The wind dare not stir the feeling blue,
Nor silent waters raise in rage,
Pertain it not,
For I am stiff like a stone without it…

Thus I stare and gaze at you,
Wondering if your heart feels it too,
Would unshed emotions betray thy eyes?
Let it not…be it not…
“For in the tranquil nights,
Serene skies,
No matter if the stars do not shine,
Shall not be you scared,
For I pierce the soft tender…dark hovering nights,
Every single night,
And guide you…protect you…love you…”

Glory de’ Fire

The brightest of the brightest sun,
Gaze at the reflection emblazed,
From the vivid light of life,
That gives me hope…at times when I’m down,

The darkest of the darkest nights,
Yonder the glowing fire,
That shows me path…to cope your darkness,

The deepest of the deepest seas,
See what is more than you,
The feeling that are there,
The pounding heart that lives and beats for…

Alas! These words are of a fondly mistaken fool,
Who fondly believes to be,
The world’s a stage,
The play for him!

Mystic ‘mage

I heard that voice in the quaint dark night,
A deep voice I couldn’t reach enough,
Something mysterious it was…
The wind howled…

And now I recall what the voice was,
A soft murmur…a sweet resonating voice of love,
Your image was clear,
A girl wit the angelic beauty,
That glimmered in the night so quiet,

The mysteries of life,
The images that are fake, yet those dance in your eyes,
Those mirrors that lie,
Those smiles that cry…

Healing scar

Consoling words of ‘sorry dear’,
I profess but wonder its touch,
For even if the wound is gone,
The scar continues to remain.

Should I feel the touch,
Or understand its existence,
As it tries to heal the scar deep within,
Or makes the wound sore?...

Would it touch my heart?
And would you hold my hands after it?
Or should I see the scar,
Then feel the wound?

In a company, I am lonely,
I sigh…take a long breath,
And still am lonely…
So my eyes stare to the horizon…
Far away from the crowd…

Thus I long to smile…
I smile in tears…I smile from skin,
Not from within…

My heart pounds in joy,
And cries in tears…melancholic joy…

You say, Oh! dear I am sorry…
The wound it heals…
But the scar remains…