with consistency in play
the days remain unwaveringly same,
oh what stubbornness is this,
for it's just the letters that change

Here comes the end of the week
a time loved by the masses
it rushes through like a raging river
as if the sands are in broken hourglasses

The dew on the moist leaves,
The gleaming orange in the sky,
The tiny chirper on the branch,
would all be seen for the last time

cancer came knocking at the door,
asking for nothing but his eyes,
life from now on wouldn't be the same,
putting in the glass ones of size

He looked at his parents one last time,
capturing their young but smiling faces,

He would cherish those faces forever,
For they're immortal, against the stride of time
The capture of those smiles, now with him forever.
No matter how old they get, they'll forever remain young.

Here like a tree I stand,
hope they see the shade I give,
Or be a river if I must,
till they hear me flow

Am I not seen?
I look down at my hands
Oh what plans do they have,
for this is just one wicked dance

The brightness of this star
is something they shall not know,
Being an invisible man,
I can just leave my footsteps in the snow.

when in despair
you were the breath
for which i would come up for air

came closer by the years
but there will be this distance
Stopping me, is this yellow line

wish i could enter the shop
one whiff of the air
and it would encompass my heart
but it's the glass display
only from which i can watch

this is it, i'm at a loss
for this is the line
which i cannot cross

Happiness can be found
in the most unusual of places
the kind which is short-lived
but giving a kick like wasabi no less

that millisecond in the air
while doing the cannonball
splashing the water all around
to walking in the park and having
that stroke of wind caress the hair

to having a smell draw you to the patisserie
and every spoonful is like heaven

This kind disappears as soon as it arrives
like the fizz in your cherry cola
finding it again can be easy
did you check your pockets?