The crescent moon embodies peace
in the dark night, and
the triviality of the sky changes;
a kid who witnesses the light from the night exchanges; verve
with the crescent of the sky and his heart ...

i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it

There was some peace in silence
I saw a boat in the lake
it was pushing away thoughts of despondence
bet my brain wasn't awake...

I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille

Voice of wind speaks to me in language
one that I can't comprehend
fluttering of leaves by passage of wind reminds of men in herds,
looking for some possession in kind
wind has a soul, one that doesn't need shelter
just like gold which doesn't depend on carving for lustre
wind reminds me of God; of all his creation whenever it blows, that's when my inner thoughts seek meditation...

Theme - Inner Speech

Unsolicited tussle in the days of misery
contemplating the meaning of life
stopping the boat to the shore in a peremptory, manner
the waves reprieved the oarsman's knife
Perpetual suffering of one is the reason to strife ...
-js