The unknown,
the unheard,
the unseen,
the unwitting,

I have loved you in ways,
Your heart couldn't fathom

If patience is a virtue,
I have things I want to undo,
8 pm was the curfew,
Where could I run to?
I ran to Canada,
False promises, my only damager,
They try to assassinate my character,
The struggle is never ending,
And I ain't done defending,
The thin strings once severed,
There is no mending

They say its all about the destiny,
Whatever’s meant to be,
All I need was a little air to breathe,
First, it didn’t make sense,
Time to make a few cents,
No pretence,
I left it at the last airport,
Though I had hope,
Coz life had come at the cross roads,
Where I met a few lost souls
Equally confused,
Exploited and abused,
Even my own blood,
I had to open the third,

Its getting cold
And I don’t mean weather,
But hopeful for the better,
And that’s not when I never did dope,
My only ray of hope,
Had me going against the world
Its all about the word,
Like two pieces of puzzle,
Will I ever learn to hustle?
I passed on,
From the school of the hardknocks,
The battle was long and hard fought,
I m still ready for whatever,
Hail or high water,
The trouble was never with the bent,
It was God sent,
It made me who I am,
All part of the plan,
To you it may seem nothing,
10 years and running….

Climbing the mountains
Only to find one more,
Its like I am climbing
a never ending mountain
but isn’t that what I asked for
about to rip the mask off
or is this the last of
the peaks I need to put this flag on,
or is it the white sand
my feet need to drag on
the past behind me,
Why do I still brag on?

Is my best behind me?
coz that is what defined me
all my failures beside me
time to redesign me
All I need,
Inside me

Through trials and tribulations
I learn to live the life,
Sure! I can put it in words

Through the ebbs
and the flows,
Beyond the ones,
The new born knows,
In struggle
And through pain
The rain
Returns,
What the sun
took away.

Yes, I have found my self,
Struck,
Between the wrongs and the rights

The long and the nights,
The fought and the fights,
The frost and the bites,
My lost and the sights
The cross and the kites,

In the last pages
of respite,
But I did it all,
Despite,
The winds in my hair
The grin in my chair
Without a whim of care,

And I lost my self
Between,
The poetry and prose,
Knowingly that I chose
Focusing on the most,
If I ever need a host,
Romancing like a ghost,
And all of this,

Knowing I was close

the winds of change blow,
I fight and try to stay afloat
But my will gives up

beyond the three words,
or any word could describe,
no time or space can decide,
beyond the cliches
of love poems,
or the ring which
I can take off every time I shower,
Or calls I wait for
every hour,
beyond the loyalty,
if words could deceive,
not conditional,
but a joy to receive,
no wasting time,
no foreplay of sacrifice of mortal flowers,
no wall of promises,
that towers,
over all that makes sense,
no I am not talking
about no strings attached,
no messages
tracked,
no pressure of trying
to match the party wear,
no matter where I go,
you are always partly there,
a voice
so unmistakable,
share a bond
so unbreakable

Driven like passion,
Unlike cars with no gas in,
The journey begins