i am a program
i am meant to act when asked
i am meant to be efficient
i am made to deliver
all that I can.

just a program
fated to suffer
fated to be silent
under goodness' disguise.

Sometimes we know not our heartbeats that survive
On the bank of the river, or on a stranger's boat

Waiting for us over time to come around
And to take back what we thought we have no more

I see words and words all around,
they swarm, change forms,
they twinkle like your eyes,
smear me like your smile does.

Here I am,
Between the silence and sound,
They both exist right here,
One step, one pause. Pause. Step. Pause. Goes on.

Rest for whom,
Restlessness for what,
My destiny starts and stops here,
My life begins and ends here.

I find no yesterday,
nor any tomorrow,
I bring myself to just one moment,
This.

Life and Love merge.
Unfolds nothingness.
I am enlightened by truth
Of being nothing and all.

Do not touch me,
I would burst off,
Into flecks of chagrin,
And delate your propinquity.

I am rain dropped,
On the greener grass,
And there I hang slackly,
Upon its trenchant blade.

I am betrayed by vagrant clouds,
Suspended from moving sky,
My abode is forsaken,
Taken away by winds.

Do not touch me, rather
I would embrace the soil,
Seep into pores and phloem,
Meet the river and rise again.

It was all stark silence across the verdant meadow
The soul rested in total peace and some bliss
Until one dark night, when the wind blew really hard,
Rain-kissed drops broke its slumber and made it rustle
From underneath it came a song of ecstasy and joy
I wonder if I heard just that moments back?
And I wonder how many years have gone by, since.

Their reasons were never enough,
Songs never that playful,
Tastes never made harmony.
Despite all this, they kept up.

One day was fury,
Other was romance.
Sometimes they fought.
Sometimes they danced.

Minutes of hatred,
Minutes of love,
They loved to reason,
They reasoned to love.

Do all stories
Move like this?
Under darks of night,
Under day’s bliss?

What goes right,
What goes wrong?
What cuts it short,
What takes so long?

If path is true,
Ends never matter.
With each passing second,
It just gets better.

Irish dreams in blue eyed sleep,
Won’t last longer.
Purple wishes inside grayed walls,
Won’t live forever.

Your bohemian thoughts flare up;
Light this place with moonsome fling,
How do I survive
The sting of fate?

The more you glow,
The more you make me burn.
All the more your silence stays,
It twice becomes my clamour.

I understand
You’re killing me,
Playing god over my mortality,
But that’s just fine,
I never loved life either,
Until you showed me
How beautiful it is.

Alaskan chill within my heart’s alleys,
Won’t get any warmer
Until you deliver
One sharp blow to my soul.

I would be waiting
To get over,
Whatever I sought,
Whatever you taught.