Soar


Take out those wings
and dust off the rust
Let loose the sneers
 Fly, fly, fly high!


Look at the memories
Pain, joy, happiness
 Passion, power, fulfilment
Fly, fly, fly high!


Look at the fading beauty
Weakening pride, meaningless smiles
Intoxicating ego, sore love
Fly, fly, fly high!

Look at the milestones
Muted voice,broken heart
Dark hands, mysterious shadows
Fly, fly, fly high!

Chapters

A few chapters

Does define your life

What you do now

What you do later

Happy or soiled chapters

Does not matter

What is there

What is not

Your cries

Painful as it may be

What is there to wipe

What is there to collect

Your mistakes

Is now your shadow

What is there to follow

What is there to lose

An eulogy

I can't take it anymore

Never felt such a heartache

It is ripping me from the inside

Each beat is like a thump

Each thump like a ticking time bomb

I am beat and down

Don't know what to do

Don't know where to go

Don't know how to keep you

 Don't know how to lose you

Is this end?

Am I being let go?

Am I just that lingering memory which becomes a nag and a shapeless shadow?

What am I to you?

What are you to me?

I know  a few days and a few nights can't compete with companionship

 It can only falter at every step

It can only let a whisper in every breath

My sighs mean nothing

Your happiness is everything

I want to rejoice yet I let myself cry

Love is all it took

To see me broken winged

Yes I am broken

After all it is a goodbye.

Rain...

I stand by the broken window
and watch the rain fall
I see faces
Some distinct and some vague
Some have great stories to tell
Some to hide

As I stood
I saw an old lady with a wistful look
And I wondered about
The life she must have seen
The children she must have borne
The memories of youth that she sighed upon

Life on a sidewalk

Show me that mirror on the wall
Which says thou is the fairest of all
I know I am not perfect
Never pretended to be
Yet, you ask me to stand in front of the mirror

I ask myself, “why not run away and be free?”
For I am happy being lonely
For I am fine with nobody’s company
Like that old record song in my shelf

Beckoning

See that hut out there in the wilderness
Hidden behind the old mango tree
A serene air cloaks this hut
Intoxicated by the white jasmine shrub
I sit and watch charmed into eternity

Wistful smokes are coming out of that hut
Mingled with young gleeful chatters
I also see a hunched up shadow
Picking some dried twigs
Beneath the old mango tree
I sit and watch charmed into eternity

I burn

Do you feel like holding my hand
And take me into your arms
I feel it all the time
I burn in desire
Yes, desire for you

Don’t say a word
I fear what you will say
Baby, I love you
I need you bad
Will be there for you