I Live ...

 

Pain of my pain shut with in cries out,
When rain wipes my tears, There i stand in the Rain, Never to let someone see what I Am,

 

How i wish i can unleash my pain, From the mountain tops i would shout to the worlds above,
Grief stricken laughter conceals the faded face,
How i wish i can Live...

 

I would run, run faster to meet my future and embrace it,
When my past and pain is flooded in to the depths of my heart to be forgotten with time, 

 

Then i would write my first poetry of Freedom...
A call from my distant present ... i would sing my poetry, Freedom...
I would paint my life all by myself,
I would learn to live, feel that i am still Alive...
When dark skies don't seem to run away from Me,
When the most beautiful voice sings from deep within to its Master.

 

  I would cry aloud to let go the burden, cry like a baby... 

Hungry eyes will never go hungry again, Shattered dreams would no longer lie in ruins ...
When the music i hear means something, When i can actually feel the life in Music...
When i laugh all by myself, laugh till i cry...
When lips never straighten up, and when no reason would be a contributing factor for my smile...

I would lay asleep on my bed and dream, wake up in a garden full of flowers with sun shining on my head,
I would run on the green carpets till i grow tired of chasing Myself...

I would cry aloud to let go my grief, cry like a baby...

Then i would learn to cry without Tears,
When i no longer need rain to hide my tears,
I would fly far beyond the world,
When my dreams are anchored, firm and strong...
My eyes would see the world as i had imagined,
When i no longer need poetry to pen down my pain in words, 

I would not watch my steps, i would run... Just run till i overrun My Barriers... To meet my past and smile...

When my heart no longer hides from me, It would knock from inside to ensure that i am listening to him...
Its then that my heart would fly like a bird, fly...

Then I would embrace myself and start all over again and 

 "Learn to Live... "

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Imagine

 

My imaginations are rocks and the world i live in is a lake,
A lake that flows all the time, while i imagine...
The rock sinks deep down in to the lake, forgotten forever...
Heavy as they are, the lake never lets the rock dance over it...
Once or twice the rock pitches and tosses over the lake, just once or twice...

My imaginations are like the everlasting skies,
expanding all across the orb of life...
Free and unbound, spreading from ME to YOU...
Blue and calm as they seem to be, who has ever seen the beauty beyond the blues...

My imaginations are like the wind,
wind that blows for the far west to the east...

Swift and bringing warmth to the soul that can understand it...
never bound and locked up in human minds...

My imaginations are like a butterfly, 

A new born butterfly spreading its wings for the very first time...
destined to break the cocoon and fly...
like a beautiful butterfly that adds beauty to the very existence itself...

My imaginations are like a beautiful painting,
Painted by the like soul...
imaginations understood and conceived in colors...
painted all across the night skies...

My imaginations are like the thoughts of an off spring,
pure and clear...
Never understood by others except the one...
always wondering about the things that happen around...
but never get to know the answer...

 

My imaginations are like the music,
played with heart when the mind composes...
When the heart is burdened or delighted...
an imagination that echoes in my heart till i free myself off the burden i carry...

My imaginations are like a dream,
a beautiful dream that has no end...
like a new world beyond my eyes...
a beautiful dream dreamt by my heart when my eyes are closed to the world...

 

For the world is busy, trying to fix the broken pieces of music, but never successful...I wish the world could imagine...

 

I Imagine...