You came here raw and naked,
You came here free,
Your playfulness divine,
Your laughter, sacred.

You were freshness embodied,
Your joy, The morning sun,
Warm, subtle, gracious.
Your prayer, your fun.

Life, just a divine play,
But then began the game,
Survival, this sorry world,
The money, the identity, the name.

All masks, you learnt to wear,
One by one, you tried them all,
Some a pleasure, felt so dear,
Some, such pain.

You began now, your blind run,
Chasing that mask of pleasure,
Running too hard, you lost your fun,
Your prayer, that treasure.

In the chase you forgot to see,
What you run after, illusion, just a mask,
You came here perfect, you came complete,
The moment the reminder strikes,
In eternal glory, you bask.

a fimiliar ray of warm sunlight settles on your face
it doesn't really matter where we are anymore
you feel like home,
and a love that will last
for the rest of my days

sudden anger and pride
cause us to give each other too much space.
don't you realise,
distance was one of our biggest mistakes?

the best is yet to come, but nothing good's come yet -
i wait for better,
until after the sun sets and the clock breaks.

dream state is now where we meet -
with unclear beginnings and endings
of what we speak.

illusions are uncontrollably building up in my mind.
god knows,
i'm just trying to put the past behind.

encounters have become ever so brief,
you forgot your home and
i forgot how to breathe

"If I never write you," she said,
"you'll know I've found what I needed."
And thus they parted ways...
And he still awaits a letter.

Fair maid, your beauty sleeps on marble stone,
Yet warm spring color drapes upon your breast,
Whose rise and fall like splendoured kingly throne
Would overthrow all doubt you are at rest;
How delicate, how soft each gentle sip
Of morning air delighting of your tongue,
Playfully dancing over your sweet lips,
Flitting away to voice your slumbered song;
How sound you sleep, your tranquil dreams expressed
By chest upheaved in rhythms, gaily dressed.

Far far beyond awaking, do you roam
With kindred spirits through a leafy glade?
Nymphs born of elder days welcome you home
To bathe in springs beneath old forest shade;
They sing of love for when the world was young,
When forests grew unhindered o'er the land,
When each new day was blessed by endless sun,
When fertile earth knew naught of desert sand:
Your voice rejoiced to join their merry cheer,
My ears rejoiced with every song they hear.

Fair maid, I wonder will you e'er return,
Or will the dreaming keep you for its own?
My eyes behold your beauty, yet they yearn
For tho' you are still here, I am alone;
Bid farewell to the forests, to your kin,
Bid farewell to each cool refreshing stream,
Return to wear the beauty of your skin,
Your kin will wait in some forever dream:
But now I pray you'll wake, return to me,
To see the dreams my eyes reflect of thee.

I know we are apart..I know we are done
I know I can't call you.especially after what I've done
But I just wish..if we or I had one trick..
To point you eyes.and you have a peak..
To see my heart.on the walls of my poems
To feel my pain..by the blood of my ink..
Please look here.I wish you would..