Literary Seas

It's spring

Yet I feel shivers of this cold

That has already passed .

Goosebumps surrounding my body

My heart has gone cold,

When you finally die

When you die, you will die with your books unread

Bookmarks, annotations and regrets

By you, by the people in your life undead

Treasured by some blinded frets.

When you die, there won't be any made up beds,

Comfort will be found in shattered wrecks,

Love will emerge from the ones that once fled,

Lavender sorrows turn cherry red,

When you die monsoon will be a havoc threat,

Flooded streets, open gates ahead,

Liquids of sadness invading breath,

Barren bodies just drowning instead,

When you die, there will be peace

Relatives and funeral speeches indeed,

Reciting to have their faith resurrect,

Trains

Trains full of powerless sight

arrive at the station.

Silent tales brushing shoulders

in an overfilled compartment,

Perfumed in hard metal.

You in your meekness scuttle your way in,

Hoping to muster some patience,

But patience is running like a child

Solitude

I found a friend in solitude

That I had, for a while, forgotten.

He took my hand in the darkness

And pointed towards the dawn,

Never once making reference

to how long the night would last.

He held silent,

Calmly, Wisely,

And with great promise,

Of nothing in particular.

He lay no foundation for expectation;

Only faith that whatever may be

In search of

I try hard for this pain to come to an end,

For nothing but misery has come of my wonders,

In search of reliable and trustworthy friend,

I could only catch glimpse of few strangers,

I would extend my arms for an embrace,

To only end up seeing their true faces

And realise I fell prey to their affection.

By coveting such love in a wander,

I realise that I have become nothing but a great fool,

I could only get this from my mother,

Is this universe's changeless rule?

Alas, I looked for it everywhere

Searching affection in the eyes of strangers,

My wanders have gone on for too long,

Sky gazing

It was pink, purple and blue,

All the pastels in transcendent hue.

The sky does love to swoon,

Why is the day leaving so soon.

For a crescendo and a dance,

Maybe starlight will take a chance.

Though who will shine more, day or night?

Land of torn moon

Where the moon used to rise

Now flesh eater vultures fly,

Wingless dream has laid down

On the endless dry field

with uncomfortable cracks.

Wounds stoped bleeding.

They only asks for new sky

when the night comes down at our rooftop silently.

Memories whisper in the dark,

Like half dead clouds they roam around in the sky of life,

Once my father warned me

"Don't you go there,

Morning light

No one wants to play with pain

Not even a warrior,

Yet the battle is on

Between solitude and existence.

A ray of morning light entered the room

through the eastern window

I sat gazing aimlessly,

Perhaps I have been sleeping for days

As if I never woke up truly,

As if I have never seen myself deeply,

The ocean within this self,

The rainbow in the imaginary sky,

Gradually a golden piece of light

spread throughout the room,

Where I had forgotten to live

Raindrops

A raindrop,

Fell on my lips

Trailing down;

Tasting salty,

and sweet

A raindrop

kissed me

multiple times

And I stood there

wishing

That the sky

Never shut

While we have life

While we have life

and moments to feel the sun

and wind on our face,

We also have time to find

some meaning in being human.

Time to know

the beauty in life

is in all the tiny moments,

Like when we're listening to rain

Fall gently on the window

as the wind sighs

through nearby trees,

while clouds slowly stream

across the sky,

and there is only cry of birds

In soft early , morning light.

Moments when wind and sky

Weave through our being,

and our heart knows

their is endless space and freedom,

helping us know

the inexpressible,

the silent conscious space

across the universe

that dissolves us into itself,

So the poetry of silence

become the unheard music

Of spacious human heart.

And as we allow

the universe inside us

to see something of its own

Delicate beauty reflected in the world

we find their is a meaning

in human being.

Passing a day in the rhythm of rain

Rain inches down my window, dark clouds gather in the sky. I leave to catch it before it’s gone.

Along the beach it comes down harder and I’m soaked all the way through. I look into the sky. Nobody’s here.

The flowers are brighter, the earth is alive. I pass a man and his son and we wave. We’re all smiling big, believing we’re in on some secret. We laugh. This is kind of ridiculous.

The dad is here, but I see two kids.

I see life emanating from their chests.

I walk along the train tracks dancing to the rhythm of my heart, the rhythm of the rain; I feel like running.

A deep inhale brings me in. Life doesn’t make sense sometimes; it feels like I have to catch the passing rain. The day becomes an adventure. It’s all part of the dance, nothing matters, life is beautiful.

I pass another man.

He, too, smiles extra large.

“You weren’t out in the rain! I was,” he says. I wonder who he’s looking at because I’m soaked.

“I was! I am!”

“It’s just a little rain,” he says and walks away.

Your Name

Your name is on the tip of my tongue,

With all the sweetness of cherries,

And all the bitterness of a grapefruit.

The perfect balance of flavours,

Like bittersweet chocolate,

Flip a coin

Melencholia and madness are two sides of the same coin,

I toss it into the air and it lands on the ground,

Revealing my fate,

But I flip the coin again;

I want this freedom to last for just a moment longer,

And as it dance through the air,

I breathe in untill it collides with the ground again,

This time with an even louder thud,

Morning has arrived,

We stand at a place, where the railway tracks extend towards the horizon,

And try to measure how far we've been walking,

The wind starts to blow strongly,

It's a signal to move on from here,

There is no need to hesitate anymore.

What lies at the end of the world, we don't know,

We also don't have a way to live within sadness,

What we can aim from now on is the courage to keep going.

This is how we would be able to see through the end of our dreams,

Various greetings keeps being repeated

Smiles showing straightened white teeth are all the same,

This bag of mine is still empty,

But that's because I have nothing precious to bring along,

When both my knees have touched the ground below,

The wind stirs up once again,

And pushes me to keep moving,

The colour of the sky changes completely,

as the day begins end,

And new stars starts to rise up the sky,

We may fall asleep,

Tired, disappointed and disheartened by what this day brought to us,

But once we wake up,

Let's start walking again,

I believe that somehow, today we will cross over the bridge, which was a hurdle yesterday,

As our wings won't burn down

Why should they even care ?

People talking to you

People talking over you

People turn their backs on you

People rushing past you

People bumping against you

People shoving into you

Nobody cares,

Why should they even care?

Empty faces everywhere

Blank expression and only stares

People forget how to share

Everything is so strange

No personal exchange

Nothing ever seems to change

Does anybody care?

Lost and found

If lost was a place

and heaven was found

Would you be willing

to be paradise bound?

With blind expectations

We continue to search

Truth, always evasive

Leaving us in the lurch.

Words hidden in hours

Phrases lost in days

As life pushes forward

Time dissolves in haze.

With so many questions

And few answers maybe

Wasted youth

When you find me too close to waters that don't mean me well,

Don't try to make me fall for hope ,

a lie I buy each time you sell,

And when you find me glassy eyed

Know that I won't be consoled.

I yearn not for things but for a time ,

For all my years that got stole.

And when you find me horrified,

Know we all grow old

I yearn not for love but for a foe, the lost time