O heart!
be my healer

mine is the pain
that only you know
mine is the joy
that only you hold

i speak for you
in closed prayers

i am your savior,
the queen of own heart
and i shall be resplendent
in my shining armor

today,
i gift you the hope,
My Smile,

keep it, prized!

i see the neutral colors,
they sing not of glory,
they brag not over history.

there is no mischief in their eyes;
nor any hostility for what they are not,
but they do speak,
through various petals of flowers
and many shapes of dream-making,
through my walls and bricks
of heart or cement.

on how many days, here,
did i bring thee the joy,
where upon i shall rest
in peace and auburn sunshine?

help me with no more promises,
but, bring me a man of truth.
i see not any relief
for my shattered self-belief.
i kiss my destiny and attempt
to move on a path underlined.

how swiftly do they move
our differences, our moods
swinging apart our worlds
from where they originally stood

makes me rethink and re-know
how much do i really know
i feel shaken in my faith
there's nothing much to show

another day, another time
another speck of beleaguered mime
the swinging of our fates
from where we once stood.

sink
if you cannot rise
life won't mind

flow
if you can't swim
you'd reach somewhere

drift
if you can't move
it would count

make way for unsaid
make way for untried
today.

belongings never go away
staying is in their nature
sometimes though they change form
for they must, for their survival
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distance would not matter
as long as you dwell in my sight
one journey would bring me back
from where i depart tonight
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the ruckus would rise high
to echo through coming years
in memories hence retained
of childhood -- yours and mine

reasons, i find them faltering
with their own ego,
some self destructive arguments
and many left aside repercussions

how would we survive,
their trifling stages and colluding rage?
and would the Content be able to contain
them under the shaky sky of our dispositions

how would things resolve themselves
how would everything that's out of order
restore itself precisely to where it belongs
for the typhoon knows only the change

for all the things that matter,
would prayers, good wishes, and our will
anymore matter to the effect of anything?
they too stagger sideways, here come reasons.

i am falling like a dream unharbored
my head is spinning with pain
all that i did for you all the time
did all that go just in vain?

sorry i feel for myself, at last
for the beliefs i clung to so far
now like a boat taking final plunge
i drown, upside down and afar