When you are a poet
you don't place yourself on a pedestal
don't spit venomous hate
think fellow writers are dismal.

When you are a poet
you don't feel a superiority
fellow writers you gleefully berate
make yourself perversely witty.

When you are a poet
your heart is a little more wide
you don't fume and fret
readers are not on your side.

If you are a poet
you know better than to be arrogantly vain
don't carry ego's sinful weight
but let your art pour through your pen.

Every top of the hour
I just can't help but see you at the top of the tower.
The sand in the glass getting lower.
Close to the edge
I can see your toes hanging off.
Sand trickling down
Like the time on a grandfather clock.
Where's my grandfather now?
Passing time.
Growing anxious.
You get ready to leap.
Somebody flipped the hour glass
I guess we'll get another chance to meet.

What is there to tell,
when words cannot even transcend
beyond the ink-stained paper.
What is there to show,
when the windows to the soul
avert from the aesthetic wonders.
What is there to offer,
when sincerity and benevolence
meets the impervious mind.

Nothing.
because you chose to forget
when I promised to remember.

Oh its mothers day!
I want to celebrate this
in a lovely way
When I was kid
She used to rock my bed
She used to comb my head
She did what ever I ask
I was taken to bask
Dealing with me was
a big task
Oh its mothers day
I want to celebrate this
in a lovely way!
But god took her away
I wish if she could stay
Oh god! I need her back
On this special day..
Im going to pray!
----de3pak