You are not ready
to leave everything
and set out to face the world
to achieve the dreams
if you are worried of how people
will treat you
if you worried for your likability
if you need people to tell
what you are doing is good
and you should continue
if in the death of night you are worried
for your future
if in the harshest times you look back
and sigh with regret
chasing dreams is getting lost
purposely with acknowledging the fact
that you might not find yourself
back again ever.
Of all the nights
and the beautiful days
in the thunderstorms
and the cold rains,
I knew somewhere within
we were not meant to be
together , forever
we departed as
the sky and the ocean
only to see each other
destined never to meet
But I still remember you
from a lost evening
when the sky bled red
blues were the only hues
the dogs moaned
and I waited for you
to comeback home.
Far away
In a green land
near the park bench
where the lakes meet
and whisper stories.
I sit there
and read my stories out too
from the diaries
I wrote for you
to the wind,
lakes and
the universe
But I never finish,
Because you never left,
inside you are there
alive in every story
forever..
There would clouds and it would rain
the sky would be full of thunders,
the winds will howl one day,
but you should not be afraid
read books and write
as you do now
There would be failures
people laughing at work,
seeing you scribble in middle of the day,
dropping their egos like a-bombs on you,
when you ask for reviews
but you should not be afraid
read books and write
as you do now.
There will come a time
where you might be successful
people will read your work
maybe 10,20 or even thousands
never let the pride sink in,
but you should not be afraid still
read books and write
as you do now.
she held my hand,
she was not in the mood today,
to let me go,
her playful eyes wanted me
as her toy for the whole day
She bought me closer
gave a peck on the cheek
and asked
“what do you want to hear all day?”
and I said
“Our hearts in silence that fills noise inside all the stars,
moon and universe devoid of love”
I can write out of misery,
can make you feel teary,
about dawning light and loneliness,
of letter unanswered , dark emptiness
everyday has been a test i guess
of where pain hits me most
the nerves or the chest
but why spill ink to spit what’s inside
isn’t too much dirt already outside
can’t we imagine a merry time?
snowflakes falling, oh I listen wind chimes
dark brewed coffee and chocolates too
a dog that barks every time it sees you
It isn’t hard, I tell everyone every time
just let it flow, forget time.
Writings to Heaven 