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Kalarav Apr 4
In my search for happiness,
I found pleasure and prayer,
Satisfaction and abstinence.
How much of it was true
And how much an illusion?

People spoke of balance
But to me it was about
Giving it all up
Or completely giving in.

I decided to give in
But only to the realm within
And yet I could not differentiate
How much of it was true
And how much an illusion.
Kalarav Apr 4
My fingers got numb
holding the pen
while I wrote those words
for you to read

Yes, those words that did not even
get the chance
for you to glance
at them

You did not understand
the numbness in my hand
how would you ever understand
the numbness in my mind

That followed after those
words met their fate
and flow down the drain

Makes me wonder
will anybody be numb
once I met
my fate?
Kalarav Apr 4
I am so tired
of fearing
potential endings
like 'our resources
will last forever'
can we stop
pretending?

"I will always be
by your side"
What if you wont?

3 new species
in the endangered
list.
The oldest
glacier known,
now turned to mist.

Is it possible
that we come to terms
with our approaching
oblivion
and yet be at peace
with our on going motion?
  Mar 19 Kalarav
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Kalarav Feb 6
If this sobriety, plainness and
feeling of contentedness
Isn't enough
for your ever-hungry eyes
for the bottomless greed
of your mind
Go ahead
and split paths
Try to look
for something better
Meanwhile, I will keep insisting
that the grass under me
is greener.
Kalarav Feb 6
Today I apologize to all the people I've wronged,
knowingly or unknowingly.
I apologize to have not used the resources I was blessed with, to the fullest extent.
Today I forgive all those who have wronged me, because
I will not let my inner peace be threatened by their word or deed.



Today I commemorate life.
I accept it as it is.
I accept you as you are.
I accept me as I am.
Flawed.
Without acceptance, there will be no connection.
Without connection, no message will go through.
Without connection, how will there be any correction?
Just like a mother can scold her child, but never a stranger's.



Today I choose to call no memories 'bad'.
Each one of them contributed in my making,
to my understanding
of the world.
Today I will be born again, pure and innocent.
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