That moment,
the way you looked,
I knew,
There was farewell in your eyes
Silently touched
wayward obsitnate strand,
falling on your face, as usual
and then pulled aside
with a silent cry inside
I know those were the last moments
of the valiant struggle,
Could I sharpen your weapons,
or give you the new ones
for your fight to the last
I watched silently
your going away
frozen in my total helplessness
Monday, October 25, 2010
Child
When a Child was a child,
he wanted stream to be a river,
and a river to be a sea
and sea just big enough
to clasp in his fingers
When the child dint know,
he was a child.
He wanted wings to fly
fly to embrace the sky
and stretch out to moor
to bring it in his room
When the child used to play
with another child
Now, He doesnt think of brooke
nor he wants to fly
yet, he wants to
clasp his fingers
to conquer the world
with their cry, for
He know it now
he is no more a child.
he wanted stream to be a river,
and a river to be a sea
and sea just big enough
to clasp in his fingers
When the child dint know,
he was a child.
He wanted wings to fly
fly to embrace the sky
and stretch out to moor
to bring it in his room
When the child used to play
with another child
Now, He doesnt think of brooke
nor he wants to fly
yet, he wants to
clasp his fingers
to conquer the world
with their cry, for
He know it now
he is no more a child.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
dream that ebbed by
There’s silence; there’s noise;
There’s calm; there’s cry;
Floating falling on cradle of sky,
a soft whisper creaked mesmerized;
one blink that whimpered away;
a moment just passed by……
There’s no fear; there’s no one near;
There’s no pain; there’s no wane;
Just an etch to gleam tonight,
sweeping my locks to flutter by;
Wild lash snuggled nape awhile,
one touch froze the breath o mine
All was still, when you walked by…
Was that a moan my fingers touched?
It was a dream that ebbed by……
There’s calm; there’s cry;
Floating falling on cradle of sky,
a soft whisper creaked mesmerized;
one blink that whimpered away;
a moment just passed by……
There’s no fear; there’s no one near;
There’s no pain; there’s no wane;
Just an etch to gleam tonight,
sweeping my locks to flutter by;
Wild lash snuggled nape awhile,
one touch froze the breath o mine
All was still, when you walked by…
Was that a moan my fingers touched?
It was a dream that ebbed by……
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