By the windowpane, I sat and closely stared

at myriad droplets of rain,

trickling down the cold plane,

twinkling against a dark eerie terrain,

They came from heavy clouds,

oblivious to what their fate allowed,

the sound of their arrival so loud

as they formed a cheery crowd,

I became a witness to a serene sight,

in spite of the stormy chaos of the night,

each other they joyfully invite

to march down an unknown path,

would it mean their demise or their grand prize?  

With awe, I slowly traced,

a cold finger eager to chase,

a journey to behold and embrace,

until it became a memory that is never meant to be erased.

Over, by the windowpane, I sat and softly stroked,

yellow pages of a blank note,

the journey of the rain had suddenly invoked

dormant thoughts time had stubbornly cloaked,

My pen started traveling an empty road,

etching words that smoothly flowed,

through the rivers of my inner thoughts,

plunging into a journey filled with doubt,

a journey filled with doubt and a passion that will never burnout

when "everything" is gone and nothing remain
purposely thrown into the fires and flames
watching them slowly dissipate...do we feel comfort or do we feel pain?
smoke rise and carries them away, far to the land of no return
the heart no longer bleeds, but still it feels lonely and in need
I'd rather be the one who gets carried away...and leave "everything", here, for the existence to contain
I'd be gone and "everything" would remain....
gone with space and stars as my domain...where I have free rein instead of restraining chains

This warm night has never been any colder
for my heart gravely wonders:
is tomorrow's day worth living under?
why, we do struggle against the shackles.. against shackles that refuse to shatter
wary dreams they slowly crack, until they no longer last...
thick poison creeps in between, fed by the day that hold our dreams
gone they would be...gone when million gentle eyes shift over...and get replaced by an accusing glare that blister
and so, I pray for the souls that dwells, hidden and safe, within the night's embrace:
"May the night bless you with unbreakable dreams, for they shall help you remain sane"
From behind locks and hidden keys, our souls stalk relentlessly,
bidding time that wont surrender easily,
on knees we kneel, our hands try to conceal, the fissure that wont simply disappear,
from a surface that once used to be so clean, but now reflects a distorted shadow so unclear
but within it we can still see blazing lightnings.. we can still hear mighty thunders.. and clouds that bleed boisterous anger
blood drops down on the carpet, as our hands try to collect the jagged pieces
we feel precious pearls fall down from our faces, and a sudden earth quack that shake the surrounding spaces  
glancing out from our revealing windows, we see a quite sole witness
a smear of white on a sheet of gentle blackness, like a pretty painting on a canvass
calming our troubled conscious, and giving us another purpose
and so we claim it, this beautiful unfading constant...a dream to behold, with teeth and claws
a dream that sails down the stream of our broken dreams
a dream that will keep us sane!
Now, this cold night has never been any warmer,
as I set and ponder, in front of the sea of wonders
the wind carries their whispers, whispers and answers
our eyes gleam in laughter, and we dance for the dream we captured
we have finally found a constant anchor..a dream that lives within our broken dreams

fear not what the clouds carry
seek not what the earth buries
envy not what the storms easily destroy
forget not what the sun deploy
greed not for what the seas swallow
cry not because of the weak and shallow
in yourself always remember, there is a treasure hidden under
so plunge up the sky, and grab everything that flies
'Light' dwells in your heart, to remind you not to fall apart,
to keep challenging to keep smiling
to be embarrassed not of passions
and shamed not of any desire
and always....to fear not what the clouds carry...

Standing tip-toed on this ridge which overseas everything,
All around me, I see everything that I was and will be..
The #nomnom of my hungry stomach has subsided,
The throb throb of my heart doesn't deafen me anymore..

Don't those involuntary sounds, make you smile..
and take yourself a bit less seriously than what you overthink?
Don't let go, But don't cling too much either...
This is Equilibrium, a construct impossible yet purely plausible.

Your journey so far only adds up if you remember their smiles,
Your journey ahead only makes sense, if you can imagine your own
Which smiles you ponder? Those whom you surprised with love,
Those who appeared out of nowhere to guide and hold your hand..

While we dive into the minutest details of the magic of creation,
or expand and hover above seeing our unanimous victories..
There is that nub, we bump up against, that sweet middle spot,
The point of Equilibrium, between construction  and consumption

When Death resolutely comes
Abrupt with his deadly summons

Tarry not like a galley slave
But like a courteous warrior behave

Do not waver and do not droop
As if you are to be hung on a loop

Never dread lying under the dust
With the body in a narrow vault ******

Know, it is only when seeds rot
That fresh and florid lives sprout

So when it is time to go
Strut like an indomitable foe,

With swinging hands and head held high
To be welcomed by angels of the sky

With the music of clanging cymbals
And the rising rhythm of sounding bells

Into a kingdom, bright and cheerful
And a state far radiant and blissful

Where the sun shall never set
Where blessed souls will joyously meet

Where Truth and Beauty preside
Where peace and bliss abide

Ousted out of terrestrial space
You’re enfolded in God’s sweet embrace