hear my silence
bring up
some words upstairs
i shall be waiting
there each night

seedlings these grow
the words
they are vines
holding on
to me and you
as do our dreams
they too ascend
into the blue sky
the moon won't
tell a thing
it is too lulled
into melodies
of words etched
over the dark pillars
and my mind is on you
and my emotions
oh, don't you remember
last time you took 'em
with you
saying you needed 'em
to weave your pearls of memoirs

hence, i'd be waiting
for your string of words,
upstairs, in silence indeed!

By
degrees
we
differ
they
say,
but
I
have
also
heard
360
is
Circle.

unspoken,
unfound,
unknown
i
remain,
my
true
worth
is
in
your
search
of
yourself.

Newton was wrong about inertia
I know a moving cul-de-sac
A reckless storm of time,
Which i keep up my sleeve

My trained mind
Had me seated
Or rather sedated
Under drudgery’s spell
I was nobody
I was a mob
I was a failing man
I was a rising chagrin
Day by day
Year after year
Unknowing and unaware
Of my real way
I followed the path
That all did
Nobody comes telling
You in your face
That you are a lost case
Nobody knows what
To say at all
It is rumpus everywhere
As music is unfound
So one day
The bird came
And sat by
My window pane
And sang aloud
Her freedom song
No god set me free
The bird did.

let silence settle by my side today
else i'd again be driven
into the echo of her thoughts

into the unfinished talks
into the incomplete memories
into her interim proximity

i summoned her as she left
but it went unheard
renegades often turn deaf

let silence settle by my side today
else i'd again be driven
into the echo of her thoughts

i'd claim it elusive mischance
i'd profess on empty hope
i'd even bridle my despair

'one can ail to no avail,
nor tears'll bring respite!'
these were her last words FOR me

let silence settle by my side today
else i'd again be driven
into the echo of her thoughts

all the world's yours
sea was just the beginning
come sooner than later
i would be waiting by the ending