Hope abounds~~~

It was on a warm night
We were on the beach
Alone, with only each other's company
Alone, with only the moon and the stars

I felt so beautiful and light
I forgot all that I did preach
For I was with the one I had yearned since eternity
I was with the one who rubbed off my scars

He was so repentant
I could see it in his eyes
He did show me respect
I did understand that man is not perfect

No more would he be distant
Such words came out of his mouth
Always was he to be wise
No more would he be rough

On that warm night, we did make love
It was all beautiful
Though it was bloody painful
I trusted his words, I believed in his words

But I found myself lost
When he suddenly disappeared
He left me on the beach
All alone with the night and its depth

Where had he gone?
How come he does appear and disappear
Is he one of the seers
Those whose knowledge transgresses time

He left me pining
He left me searching
For his sight I do still thirst
For his grace I do not want to be blind

I hope to meet him at my time of death
Of course, for that I do still have faith
Life is but beautiful
But it is only a game so awful

Worries, stress, disease all abound
Evil comes and goes and fulfills its round
I wish to leave it all
And be enticed in his enthrall!

It was on a warm night
We were on a beach
There I am still tonight
Hoping he shall be within reach!

My night, my lost way~~~

The night was so dark
I thought I would lose my way
I could hardly see the road
The moon was nowhere to be seen

I walked on, unmindful of where I had to go
Maybe when I would get to my destination
I would be rid of sorrow
For such does amount on my soul, in great load!

Maybe the skies are angry
Indeed, they do show me cruelty
Yet, I lose not faith in their power
For I am sure, from fright, they wish me not to cower!

Blessings always come hidden
Turmoils always come for a reason
Life is but a walk down a road
A road, ending with its own mode!

Someday, I shall show the skies my love
Even if now my path is but a walk in the doom of the night
Pray, Lords, with you I wish not to fight
Pray, Lords, for you I shall have to be brave!

A laugh~~~

A laugh is what I need

A laugh clear and loud

Even if a bit late in time

A laugh would make my heart chime

Great are the days

They are filled with the Lord's says

If you look clearly, 

You shall even see him, so subtly!

Great are the moments

They are filled with inner torments

Yet all these are God given

Even if you do not see their truth, for these remain hidden!

Yet, I am as if denied of a good laugh

Is He jealous

The One who is for me all so precious

That with many a sorrow He wants to fill my path!

A laugh is what I need

A laugh, to lighten my mood

Remember say the memories

Remember when you lived free from worries

You did rule your world

You did own your world

So what has happened to your strength

Did it meet with its death?

Life is but a toil

Says my common sense

Life is to be taken as a joy

For someday, it shall be your past tense

So, do laugh,

And do share it with those filled with a cough

Laugh, Laugh and laugh

Laugh and forget all that is all rough!

The Two Faces~~~

How gorgeous, how lovely
A world made of life
A world made of mystery
How lovely it is
Birds fly around
Love abounds
Diversity fills in every nook and crook

How gorgeous, how lovely
It is hard to imagine
That we are mere accidents of science
That God shall not give us deliverance
That we do not have a Fate
And that we shall have no afterlife
How so totally depressing!

I sit and watch the blue skies
I am in a meadow
Around me flowers and grass enjoy a dance
I wish I could have some power
I would choose to be in a world over
A world of peace
A world known as Eden

How gorgeous when you have all that which is precious
When you can dare to be adventurous
When you do not starve
When you are not abused
Not even bruised
When you can watch at your heart's guise, the beauty of this world!
When you have at your disposal, time!

Only then do you say how lovely, how gorgeous
Else you would want to run
For the world is all murderous
Maybe even infamous
Why, shall you see this world is one so fallen
Thankfully, our stay here is only for a while
Thankfully, we have to run, for only a mile!

Lost~~~

I often sink down a sink hole

Somewhere where the wind blows not

Somewhere which is neither cold nor hot

Somewhere which even the Devil would not hold

For it is someplace so old

That it has no name

It holds no fame

And it is itself at shame!

When such does happen

I no longer am the strong maiden

I do submit to my own weakness

And remember the days when I was ageless

When I could hold the Earth in my palm

And cure myself of hate's harm!

When such does happen,

I do wish I was already in Eden!

A sink hole it is,

Filled not with an icy breeze

Pulsating not with the songs of Angels

Ringing not with the beauty of church bells

A sink hole it is,

Putting me in a state of unease

Always ready to grab my happiness

Always ready to make me cry for my own distress

When I sink down such a hole

You shall find me not in the south or north pole

Lost shall I be, for a moment

Till I complete my rhyme

That shall be for quite some time

While it does last my torment

I shall be for you, invisible,

Always unreal and so subtle!

I find not the exit of this doomed place

There, the Lord even refuses to show me his grace

Pity and mercy are not strong enough

Cruelty does laugh in the rough

My heart does bleed there

Bleeding and screaming for air

For there is where I remember the love I lost

Once, when I believed I was for this world, the very host!

My Own Paradise~~~

I sat, all peaceful and calm
It was in the evening and it was warm
I opened a book and turned a few pages
Then, I let out a sign and let my mind make up images

I was bored
I felt old
Sitting always in the orangery
Sitting and waiting like the lonely

I turned my head and looked at the skies
And I dreamed of paradise
I dreamed of angels
Laughing and chiming bells

Of Gods and Goddesses
Being all in love and ageless
Of Time and its eternal nature
Of each day being like an adventure

Of protection
From all abomination
Of beauty
In its immensity

A life in paradise
For such I did wish
For such I did yearn
A life lived like the butterflies

All graceful, with talent in bountiful
With solace and grace
A life lived by writing many a poem
Many, many, many more of them!

Why, should we be envious of the other world
Someday we shall be there
Someday we shall be there
Pray, have faith in the reward that we shall earn!

Freedom~~~

Freedom is something never to be missed
Without it, life is surely like a dive deep down an abyss

The fundamental right of all that were given the light
Yet, why is it that for freedom, some of us do have to fight

Is it a crime to be alive
Somewhere where our kind is seen as abusive?

Is it my crime, mine own
If to such affairs I do not have to be prone?

Is it my crime if I can live, breathe, dance and sleep
Peacefully without being scared of my own keep?

Pray, do not try to stop my tears
My heart does wail for those new born stars

Those which took birth after they left us in such a cruel manner
Those who, on Earth did not unfortunately have a protector

Life does have to end,
For such, it does have to bear with death's stand!

Still, life ended with such ferocity and cruelty
Makes me wonder if God is not sleeping soundly

Believing that Earth is still a paradise
Believing that humankind is all wise

Selfish do I now see myself
For I do rejoice of my joyful stealth

A prayer I do send to the skies
Pray, Lord do open your eyes

If humankind loves to bask in its own ignorance
Wake them up and cure them of this blinding trance!

The Scent of Water

Hard may be the paths that are given to us

Harder still they may be, when we choose not their way

Yet, to abide to them we shall, always without any fuss

For we are after all lost, blind and we need to find our way!

This way that we do seek, is it not known as the end

The end word known as death, the end of life and love

If death be the end, then pray we do have faith on a ready stand

Of course, life, at the scent of water does evolve!

Holy water, sprouting from the root of mystery

Pray do come and lead us all

Take us there where all is holy

Where always we hear songs of the choral!

Life does not end with death, life gets renewed

In this world, or another, by the Holy One, it is always brewed!

Lost in oblivions~~~

While I spent my time playing

I lost all sense of time

All sense of reality

All sense of any envisioning

While I spent my time playing

I lost my youth in prime

I became close to losing my serenity

For I became lost in an oblivion

Such a one from which you escape not

Such a one from which you choose to run

If you know that it lies in wait

Waiting for you to fall into its trap!

I enjoyed my time playing and dancing

I became my own Queen

I learnt to know myself

I discovered the expanse of my soul

Yet when I did blink myself back to reality

I got a shock, life was now a mere mock

How to live through it

How to live through it without being a cheat!

A cheat yes, for we live but once

Someday, we shall all be in a trance

Out of this world, out of this body

Our souls lost in another oblivion

A new dream, a new life, a new meaning

Yet, we live on as if we cared not about death

As if we are to be immortals

Eternal flames burning all the time

Never worrying about the end of times

Never bored with all our play

Such a time I await

Though meanwhile, I remain in a playful state!

If I was

If I was a powerful Queen
I would choose to rule without a smile
Of course, my mind would be kept serene
For I would make sure my subjects do run my own mile

If I was a magical fairy
I would hide from the world and pretend to be an impostor
Ugly is how I would see the face of humanity
Though all of humankind has been made by the Lord, our father!

If I was a old witty witch
I would use all of my love spells
I would seduce the cute and the rich
At my diseased feet, I would make sure they all fell!

If I was an omniscient Goddess
I would create another world
I see Earth as beautiful, but sickened by an abcess
By the side of my God, I would make sure my creation flowered!

With a sign, I realize I am but a poet
Sometimes, I become even a dreamer
Wishing I could have my way, play my own trumpet
Well, I can only write, hoping, to be remembered forever!

Paint with Fire

Pain rips through my bleeding heart
As always, it happens anytime, be it day or night, anytime when
I reminiscence about those days, those lush days, when for love, I cried
Not caring about my name, my dignity or my worth
Taking life as it was, believing in love and its powerful attraction

While Time did move forward; more than eons of years did pass
I remain alone, burning with flames so red, so bold
That the whole world can be painted with them
Honoring the time when once, for love I did cry

Flames now burst out through my heart, my anger soars up high
I remain yet, so calm and pure, submissive to my Fate
Revering the cause of life, hoping though, to paint the whole world
Every nook and every crook of it, with those fiery flames, pouring out from my heart!

Dreams of love~~~~

I dream of love,
From the softness of my bed
I dream of strong arms
Keeping me safe from all evil

By dreaming, I dare be so brave
For once, I let the skies take my lead
And seduced by their charms
I renounced this world and all of its ills

Yet, to live as a frail woman is hard to do
My heart's longings are long overdue
And my dreams keep me alive
In them, I do breathe and I do thrive

Was it a twist in my fate
The wheels of karma are late
If I was punished enough
Why am I still wading in seas so rough?

Dreams do become true
If we long for them with a heart of gold
A heart made not of evil desire
A heart made not of intents so sinister

From my bed, do let me make my way through
Though I hide the side of me which can be so bold
Love pulls me out, as it does bid me to play with its own lyre
As it does bid me to pen down a word, or another!

The Real Beauty

The most beautiful people on Earth are sometimes the ugliest
They indulge in evil and sin best

Though beautiful on the appearance
They hardly deserve that we do cast them a glance

Inside, they have nothing, no values, no morals
They can even be filled with diseases, reminding them that they are in fact 
mortals

The most beautiful people are those rare ones
Those who are as swift and subtle as Pan

Those who care not for the materialistic
Those who relish the meaning of that which is mystic

Those who  have seen the realm of the Lord
Those who know, that if they do act with grace, they shall be given a reward

Those who care for others,
Those who are, for this world, mere lovers!

In love with all of creation,
In love with its toils, and its solutions!

Such are those people who deserve, to have beauty
For they are the ones shining with purity!

If you do meet such a beautiful person,
Pray do treat him like a son!

Uplifting power of strength

When the storm hit my nest
I thought of finding my safety as being a must
I searched everywhere I could
Even among the hideouts made of wood

I realised not that the storm was sent on purpose
If negativity does not kill you, what do you get to lose
You gain, rather, on strength
On being able to face the other side of the fence

Whatever does not kill me, makes me stronger
Whatever does not kill me, fills me with deep ardor
Whether it be pain or loss
I shall remain, as the moss

Impassive and faithful to the skies
For their mystery is not made on lies!