At the end of the world
In a cold mountain rage
Where the wind howls on
Blowing the age

If you listen long enough
Perhaps for a day
You'll start to understand
What it has to say

You'll hear voices!..
Near and far
That drone on and on

From the past
From the present
And from here anon

They speak of dreams
So many dreams!
That didn't come true
From horses, from ducks,
And from humans too!

Time can't be found here
In the never fading light
Foggy and cold
All not day long
All not day night

You listen on and on
But you know!
They do say!!
The longer you listen...
the longer you stay...

And you'll stay and you'll listen
Till you forgot you need to ***
And long after that
Till you're no longer free

But what's it to you??
You weren't free hitherto ...
And besides!
This is art!
And... it's sooooooooo

dejavu

When turning back is impossible
  the crossed bridge had broken down
  you are left alone to your resources
  and standing on shaky ground-

the horizon is dim and misty
tortuous and rough is the path
bitter winds are buffeting your face
testing your every courage and trust--

this is the moment
that will determine your fate
it's the fight to survive or fall
an encounter you'll never forget.

Night descends with its shadows
with the forces of a fiery foe
it will be  long hours of a bitter struggle
will you emerge victorious upon the morrow?

I do my best

but am always aware

I might be far behind

all the rest


but life's a democracy

I'll have my small and gentle say:

we are each a part of society

none can force us to walk away

We are but sand upon the waves,
sliding slowly until the night arrives.
But every step we take together
leaves footprints that can live for centuries.

Today, I
put a full stop
at the end
of an on-going
poem,

the sad part was
that I thought it will
bleed beyond it,

but all it asked for
as a light mentioning
in pages,

I had to refuse
so I added another
full-stop..