Never lost,
yet i find again
Touches me by,
dewdrops remain
Some angry sky,
and earth serene
That takes me far,
and loves again

I am reminded of my silent voice
hushed away by songs from the gentle night
i see some pearls, perhaps of great price
they wet my burning eyes, and vanish out of sight


beneath the fiery breath of crying ice
melts a river flowing through the beastly heart
flooding, what once seemed a road in disguise
taking me along, dragging me apart


i welcome the dry lands i encounter in my way
with genuine smile and gratitude in my heart
the part of me i long for, there should stay
i sway and kiss it, and return to the silent part.

in the hills, once again i stand,

blue from far, and near green;

a portrait, from nature's hand,

colors, everywhere to be seen.

what, but their beauty does mean,

unless by my angel's eyes, seen!

on the golden sea shore i stroll,

gentle waves wrapping my feet;

the blue sky, as if melts and fall,

like the beloveds meet.

 

the golden sand is, but full of gloom,

i pine for your touch, like burning June!

yet, near me always you are,

in busy streets, and lonely palms;

i try to escape, far and far,

only to find me, in your invisible arms.

seems, i behold that eternal creed

always where, we meet.

When I look back

will they be my own?

the path i took,

perhaps lonely and tiring.

or charming and serene.

or dusty and rough.

the steps i chose,

big, or small.

right, or wrong.

to success, or failure.

those who met in between,

of blood, and others.

some etched in memories.

some in heart.

dreams that lit the eyes,

and fuelled the journey.

silly, or larger-than-life.

some fulfilled, some remained dreams.

milestones i left,

trivial, or great.

born out of triumph, or disaster.

to be followed, or discarded.

but all mine.

Where are those eyes

where are those eyes
never imagined the future which
blind to the imperfections around
unbound joy twinkled where

cried when the rain melted his mud house
laughed when a dog ate his report card
grief was a stranger to whom
whose desires ended at an ice cream

everything a possibility who saw
imagination was whose cosmos
guarded whom a colorful fort of bliss
intentions softer than the snow were whose

never wanted flowers and fairies his paradise
only someone with those same eyes
which dreamed alike
and smiled together