My smile
Once lost her beam.
To vices , the vicious and vile.
Her crown
Fell down
At once,to drown

Deep in the ocean blue
My lips expelled
Dangers and woes.
My heart
Like my face spelt 'red'.
Words weighed void, equating emptiness.

Darkness
Darkened darkness.
Wars
Rumoured wars
Could not revive her.
Lost in the dust...

My smile
Had no chance of survival
Till I rose
To praise the beauty
Of the morning sun.
It's scattered reflection on and on.

To see
The wetness underneath my feet
An evidence
Of the rain being
Blessings from
A planet of many waters.

To hear
The sweet tweeting
Of little birds.
To see the  wind swaying the heads of the trees
The beautiful petals of  an emerging flower.

To behold
The fluffy royals
Floating in the skies.
The gorgeous setting
Of the morning
Into noon.

Then my crown
Resurrected
Banished, from the bottom
Of the sea.
Re-coronating my smile
No longer exiled to drown.

Darkness
Every where I see faith is lost
Are we free?
Even under God's own tree
Every where I see truth is tossed
I know you too are lost
I know you are
Deep down one can see that scar
You know it
Sometimes heart and mind are divorced
You feel it
Soft cool chills running down the back
You know
Have to deal with this mental plaque
You have to find that floss within you
And toss all pain out
                      
""Every bird flies in it's own way, Eagles like Eagles and Crows like crows ""

I sing a poem
With sealed lips.
No sound produced
My tongue fell asleep.
Vocal chords
Not uttering
A note,
Yet various textures of sound I do hold.
My teeth dwell together
Still I do not utter
A hoot.

My mind rummages
In a busy mind's clan
Presiding over meetings
Of Notes,
Phrases,Ideas,cues,
Sounds.
Hopping
Up and down
In their musical
Attires
Jazz, R&B,Soul,Rock

And what have thee?
For contract's sake
They lobby to get ushered
Through the mystery tracts
Of my vocal chords,
To the limelight world of words
Falling
From the walls of my tongue.
On to the lines
Of my still-blank sheet.

Transcending
Into characters
Words,
Voices And emotions
I scribble away,
Satisfied.
Notes,Sounds, cues
And Ideas, moulded into a hobby for me.