Clouds over the burial
wept in unison,
with the souls weeping,
for the soul heading,
to heaven.
I heard thunders burst,
and the 21 gun salute for you,
teary eyes all around,
all will not be same I knew.
I have your letters,
most of them will I treasure
as reminiscence of time
of someone braver,
someone forever mine.
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.
Shadow and light
play alongside
one is dark
and the other is bright
one shows up
and the other hides
one is loved
and the other despised
one lives
and the other one dies.
A look in the mirror
into the alternate world
where dreams are devoured
to combat reality
A look in the mirror
to see the scars
and remember the journey vow
till the darkest night
A look in the mirror
and seeing fears buried dead
long ago with failures
every night
A look in the mirror
not for the heart
but for the soul
that lives and die.
I once had a dream
I was lost in an Island familiar to me
I remembered the trees
I remember the ocean and waves
Even the smell of air
made me nostalgic
I saw marks on the sand
small hand prints all over the beach
the castles now burned in the sun
some washed away
I laid down and wondered
why can’t I remember this place
till I fell asleep.
I woke up in an Office with work pending
and saw a tab in the left corner
A poem half written till I dozed off
Now I remember the hand prints were prompts
and the castles were half written poems
But why no Castle Stood on the beach
Because the wave wouldn’t let it
It’s never meant to stay
for new castles to come
the old has to go
forever and ever.
Writings to Heaven 