Sunday Night

It was a Sunday Night
when the lights came on
when you said hi

and i drew a smile

it was a Sunday Night

when my world changed

and never again

stayed the same

it was a Sunday Night

like tonight

Only

We are in the middle of a fight

Third Poem

I didn’t know you’d last

until I write my third poem

I thought you we re feather like

Light

Unsaturated

Fleeting

Vanishing

In my silence you’d come

Rumbling

Shaking my skin and beneath

Leaving me

Slackjawed

Blue

Drenched

And when my gongs sound

Neon and orange lights dancing

And colored gumballs raining

On my usually cluttered life

You remain

Silent

Placid

Undisturbed

Careless

Unmindful

Guess you are more like the moon

Constantly changing your face

Ephemeral

Unmatched

Waxing

Then waning

Yet ever so uniquely

Illumines my night

This is one of my favorite poems from my 'vault'. I thought it would be nice to dig some pieces from there as my present situation doesnt allow me to produce some pieces. Its been a struggle writing these days.

I am finally ok. I thank God for the 'mind'. It helps us make sensible decisions. I thank God that after everything that has happened, I have only good things to remember. Well, its more of a choice to remember only the good things. What's the use of hoarding things that wont make you smile, right?

Well, here's me wishing everyone a wonderful Christmas. I'd be back for that well flavored Christmas post.And hoping I could write again with more depth. hehe. I kinda am embarassed at how shallow I have been writing.

thanks fro dropping by! Ciao!

Today, A Sunday

I saw you today

over at Uncle Ray's

I heard you tellin'

about how you wooed them

and how you are takin'

this world for some spinnin'

I must say, Baby

this made me happy

watching from where i was sittin'

with the smoothies i was sippin'

i giggled for each of your laughter

i doodled my heart on a tissue paper

so here i am writing you a poem

could have been better if i can sing you a song

well,

i just want to say baby,

i am happy

to see you happy

I saw you today

over at Uncle Ray's

I usually don't go there on Sundays

i think

the clouds are clearing

i think i am hearing

the sunshine singing

and the daisies dancing

i think i have finally

let go of you

darling

JUST?

I pray to God you would know the truth.

I pray to God he would reveal to you the truth.

because it tears me now everyday

to hear you say:

"She just walked away"

Do you know,

I now fight wounded?

I now live with only half a heart?

I now sing with a half-finished song?

Do you know,

I can no longer finish my poems?

It pains me to hear you say:

"Phew!!! She just walked away!!"

Hometown Hero

You strut the streets

like you own the town

and they come buzzing

to offer you a crown

you drop a word

only what you can afford

hiding fear

behind your sword

i heard you are the best of them

conquering kingdoms

with one arm

and a pen

i heard you led enemies to death

drawing owed breath

with a song

and a string

but your eyes

your eyes

they know not

how to lie

and my heart

my heart

has mastered

your art

that amidst this dancing

and ladies lain waiting

this chanting and swooning

of your homecoming

is a heart that longs

for the peace of the night

a heart that longs

to live right

just alright

i refuse to listen to the crowd

i sit proud

here by my window

covered in a shroud

Secret Love

Love abundant

Kept in secret

is

Like burning coal

Never flaming

Slowly turning

To gray ashes

That will eventually

Be blown by the wind