Let this be ******* known,
you are always on your own.

there is something about a story that ends abruptly.
a curtain that drops too soon.
someone who could have stayed a little longer.
left in search of another moon.

you had a story to complete.
you had so much to say.
you were the star of the show.
now you are a star far away.

Dear Kid,

Sometimes you will forget
that life is not a race.
Remember to look at the sky
and breathe at a slower place.

Sometimes you will forget
that your time here is mere.
Remember to look at the sky
and listen to your heart beat dear.

Sometimes you will forget
that you weren't born to lose or to win.
Remember to look at the sky
and give it a cheerful grin.

*take care

Somewhere in growing up,
I lost the courage to cry.

They say you need brains
to understand the world.
Sometimes,
I wish we had none,
we would have understood
the world
better.

Give in to them,
addictions they call,
what do they know,
they called you insane.

If ever,
the only choices you have are,
to be or not to be.

I want you to choose,
*to be.

Dear Dan,
It does not happen often,
to be moved by someone.

In a way that is like standing on the shore,
in front of an ocean.
In a way that is like meditation.
And this is no exaggeration.

In a way that is like being at a monastery,
Spiritual,
Inspirational,
Transformation.
And this is no exaggeration.

Someday,
when you'll ask me
"how much do you love me?",
In answer, I will not spread my arms wide.

I will rather wrap them around you
tight,
and will never let you go.

I never make sense,
never had.
You,
keep what is worth
And with a kiss,
Let the rest pass.

I know,
I am your rescue,
when world refuses to understand,
and your heart is beyond known mend,
when you feel but can't say,
and spoken words cannot find their way.

I know,
It is me you seek,
when you miss your lost,
and can't afford life's cost,
when you want to fly up high,
and in defeats you lie.

O Dear!
Just do know,
for you I am there,
with all my love
and forever.

with love,
your poem

you,
like the first paint on those walls,
are always beneath,
whenever,
a new paint is scratched.

just this time,
this last time,
i will stand in this rain,
my head towards the sky,
arms wide open, set to fly
i will let these drops impinge upon my soul,
gently stroke my skin as they fall
i will let the sound of this rain fill my ears,
until this rain is all i hear

because,
just this time,
this last time,
i will let thee
erode me.

questions so profound,
no answers to be found,

is life ticking away,
did i take the right way?

is this forever,
will that be possible ever?

am i going to make it big,
will i ever get that gig?

why am i here,
could i be else somewhere?

what am i headed for,
the ultimate demise,
*or?

i had a heart so true,
now a blob of blue.

it's not me,
it's you.

I've a come a long way,
and now my knees are weak,

I've come a long way,
and i took some roads too steep,
and i met some faces too shallow,

I am
*Yet so far

So silent in here,
I should rather sleep.

Yes,
with each passing day, i am a bit less human,
a bit lesser,
i can feel that bit trying to fight back it's way up,
but then,
the day passes and it finds another bit coming down with it.