i read diary of hers
while she slept
about tales of me and her
in lands never imagined
they did scare me
when I saw her sleeping on the bed
its difficult to see your dreams crash
when you are part of it.
Category Archives: Love
Lazarus
Lazarus – Meanings “God has helped.”
I waited a long winter,
for an eternal spring
just for a lazarus
either from heaven
or hell
to bring me back
away from this place
but they gave me love
and told me to survive,
either with
or without it.
Mirrors
shining mirrors
literally a dozen of them
or maybe hundred
stacked against each other
as I walk past them,
with the grey sky above
I see two worlds
two realities,
In one there is merry all around
people are happy,
children are happy,
the weather is beautiful
the animals are running
In the other,
people are fighting
children are crying
the earth is dying
the animals are killed
but which of them is a vision made
of glass
and which is the astounding existing
reality
what you choose to see
in either of them
will be the reality
the rest would be a vision
which would be shattered
like it always has been.
If You Could
If you could be close,
then be close enough to see beyond my eyes,
and whisper to my soul
If you could kiss
then kiss enough to make my heart wounded,
for love is a war I always wanted
If you could love,
then love me enough till it destroys me
either with or without you.
and if you could live,
live enough to be my undying sun
or the moon that I would look for, every night.
Absolved
whatever dwells,
here on earth
with or without purpose,
all around,
should be absolved
eventually
for a higher truth,
the souls within ourselves
when let go,
to the places never seen,
holy or unholy
never carry guilt,
obligations and any boundation,
to anyone,
then why the dead ones
stinking in the cemetery
should.
Bolted
Some women are magic,
they play with their hair,
let off a smile,
and quietly
in steps drown you
in a infinite pool
of unrequited love
But she was different,
a glance at her,
dancing merrily,
like a 5 year old,
she just bolted within me,
forget drowning
and I never even heard the thunder,
just felt it all my life.
Old Strings
Old Strings of Guitar
Nights of Jamming Sessions,
hours spent on writing songs
a million in rehearsing them
and an eternity in waiting
for them to be reality,
to be heard,
loved
and repeated,
and a day comes
when all the strings
and sessions,
create something that
transcends people of all kind,
no matter what religion,race,
or country
we all come together to hymn
it in a starry night.
Writings to Heaven 