A New Fire

Senses become numb,
The fire has been doused.
Years of embers have been replaced,
By cold ashes, flying amass.

As I seek new pieces of coal,
Dragging my feet;
My mind cons me into believing,
The fire’s still alive.

A spark has been triggered,
Even the monsoon rains can’t stop
This fire, from spreading.

Coz I found myself some
Old forest wood, sun-dried for years.
It’s been hidden, safe and secure
For many a years.

Now’s the time to bring it out
And with all my strength,
To feed it into the fire.
You, my friend, are my inner strength…
Now, I know! Now, I know!

- 30th May, 2008 (Friday)

Sunny Reflection

The sun cast patterns of desire,
As I sat writing in the garden.
An inner calm spread through me,
Inching its way through every cell.
My thoughts distinct.
My writing firm.

It’s a November morning,
A chill is in the air;
But the sun is out,
Nice and bright.
I warm my feet,
And freeze my hands.

As I write these words,
The sun casts a pattern of desire,
On this hand that writes.

What’s on your mind?

Ramblings, lust, burning happiness.
Disparate, conjoined, chilling minds;
Distant, intimate, lonely sorrow;
Black holes, sand grains, testing waters.
Waves, roads, meandering thoughts;
Logic, nonsense, without a word…
Without a word!

Ashore

These calm waters,
As I stay afloat,
Gives me a sense of peace.
It’s not the calm before the storm,
It’s a calm that will stay for long.

The laughter, the joy,
The sorrows in your eyes,
They beckon me to let go.
The sparkle in my life,
Is you and you alone.

My roots are strong,
My beliefs unshakeable.
This, my dear, is a treasure,
An heirloom, I’ll gladly
Give to you.

The strength I feel,
This energy within,
It’s all, a part
Of my past and my future.
This future I give to you.
This future I give to you.

Re-living a Moment

Surrounded by distractions,
Awaiting a sign,
I stand alone in the crowd,
To catch your eyes.

The sign evades,
Distractions keep me at bay.
How will I know?
Oh, how will I know?
When you’ll start looking,
For me, once again…

Everytime I gave away,
Little pieces of my heart,
In exchange for a glance,
A glance into a soul;
I missed an opportunity,
Once again, to meet your eyes.

When you look for me again,
Will you know it’s me?
Will you recognize my soul?
Will you feel my heart’s call?
How can I keep these,
Remaining pieces of my heart;
Nurture it back again,
For you and you alone?