We are each
a word in life's lexicon
as we  struggle and suffer
our vocabulary enlarges
we begin to understand
grow stronger and learn--
we are one, all alone
but in our darkest moment
courage and hope emerges
we have no reason
to quit or walk away
bereft or despondent

pain, suffering depression
a ubiquitous  human lot
when the battle has been won
there shall appear
the light warm
and resplendent

Who dares say
love knows no limit?
much of love-poetry
is make-belief---minus wit--

how often does love suffer
waiver, doubt and driven to the pit
of despair where the right words
couldn't be found--- lovers split

in bitterness and acrimony, the blame,
the bad-mouthing game, the conflict
what's the real thing, the beauty
of this 'it'?

it's human frailty, inconstancy
dreams unfulfilled, the loss of grit
when common ground asunder breaks
and love's very foundations are deadly hit.

I can't claim
the sun shines only for me
nor the stars and moon
in all their splendour and beauty

But what would I
really be
if I don't have the courage
to ask: 'Would you love me?'

We will,  you and I
travel together to the green waiting field
with ready tools and fulness of heart
hoping the crops we grow would in time yield

the  most bounteous harvest
our every dream and wish to fulfil
where faith will nurture our daily endeavour
and love will abide in the night so tender and still.

Into the arms of silence
the dusk is falling.

She wonders
how soft
may the night's skin be
where he is.

Empty corridors breathe cold blue moons.
Strangers speak in confessions unknown.
Certainty of solitude cuts through the dark.

And what color is the light?