Tell me your sorrows, tell me your dreams,
Together we will uncover, some places unseen,

Tell me your sorrows, tell me you dreams,
One takes you high, one takes you deep,
One let you fly, one won't let you sleep,
One gives you hope, one makes you weep,

Don't worry my dear, coz I'll be here,
Through all your cheers , and all your tears,


Tell me your sorrows, tell me your dreams,
Together we will uncover, some places unseen.

Let the golden pollen
Of the finest flowers yet to be
Fill the snowflakes in purified
Glistened luminosity falling.

The natured call in the heartfelt
Spring of seasonal bodies,
The aura of sun warmed gilded
In waves of new birth memory.

Desirous vibration of longing
Fill the need in the cold fires,
A conquest of light
In the darkest triumphs.

In the crimson meadows
Of the sunlit mind,
A sparrow's song to the nest
Bleeding into the Winter depth.

In the depths of the cold
Passing before the season,
Spring comes in a fantastical
Whirlpool of new life in the middle
Of the storm.

I hear a sigh
Across the sky,
Filling the stars
And fulfilling life....
No sigh; it is my daughter
Waking from sleep.

She calls to me while I'm sleeping
She cries to me for help
And yet for the many souls in her keeping
Who was there to help?
I look on her with wary eyes
Her form of curving blue
Her hair like billowing clouds of sky
And wish that if only I knew
What dark and dreadful deeds she Keeps hidden in her depths
And wonder where her heart could be
And how she justifies so many deaths
And yet it is her song of sorrows that lulls my mind to sleep
And so I leave in her care all my secrets to keep
And now and then I hear in her waves The softest sounds of happiness
And wonder if the children gave
Their laughter to her sadness

Woman,

     You ask that I write you a poem everyday that you are away from me. I willingly spill the words from my soul, I sacrifice myself and fall upon the sword of the pen, the drops of blood like rain from God. And they fall to paper, all that I am, all that I hope to become within you, in a poem to you, at the moment so far away.
       Today, alas I have spilled so much of myself that I too require a filling, a need that sustains me like my words that feed your passion for me. I need the touch of your hand as we sit upon the portico resting on that sunset purple gold, that which lights the stars when darkness falls.
       I need the soft of your lips as they graze the nape of my neck, the stride like a galant mare across fields of shimmering lilies, I need the kiss which fits me like gloves in the cold depths of morning one feels as they take in the first chill of morn.
      I need you like a poet needs words, I need your depths that fill the abyss like the blood fills the body, or the lover fills the woman, oh this wanton desire for the touch, the kiss, the experience of being with you.....
      These are my words, these are my sonnets of infiltration to your soul, a haiku of touch, a verse of making love!
     My love all that is poetry is required by your presence. Simply put, the motions of our love.....that which must be experienced,
       we are the poetry in motion.

               Missing you dearly,
    
             The poet who lost his words.

And when I spoke her freely
My words,
The cage became a bird.
And my heart a frenzy because
It longed for death and
Now howls at her life.
      She smiles at the reflection
Of my words,
What shall I speak to her now?
And the light dances in her smile,
Her seasons burn lilies into
My ideas,
******* my hands
That were gone without hope,
She brings a poet from death.

She punishes the darkness
And all the monsters that ****
Away the blood of life.

In the hour of her fullness
Condensing on my lower lip,
I breathe life into words,
Though it was her name that
Condemned my sorrows to the gallows.

And I am young again,
My eyes speak,
My mouth listens,
And all my life has come to now.
The end is a rebirth
And I fled the dark side of night,
The worn out lonely poet
Has come one more into the light
And for her,
Because it was inevitably her,
It is not too late.

I remember my sorrows
When I destroyed flowers,
The flowers withered in my hand
Because the joy still lingered
In them.

But she has devoured my chaos,
Caged my fears
And loosened the words.

And though I was lost in the abyss,
Surrounded by a prison of regret,
She loosed me from that place,
And the cage became a bird.

In the highs and lows of life
In the ups and downs of life
In the joys and sorrows of life
In the happiness and sadness of life
In all the different moods, moments and spheres of life
Always make it a point to live life in the present with present moment of time.

Never has it happened in the present,
nor will be happen in the future.
Every moment in life that comes upon has got it's own life for quite sometime till the point in time comes when it passes away.
A moment in time that has gone, is gone,
it won't come back again.
Never has it happened in the present,
nor will be happen again in the future.

Thus every moment in life comes with a purpose.

Each moment in life has got it’s own importance,
it’s own value,
it’s own significance.

Always it’s important to understand, realize and accept the importance of every moment in life.

As easy as it may seem to be,
the easiest thing in life is to do something in haste,
in a rush of blood.

By doing so,
if it solves a problem,
then it’s well and good,
if not,
then the struggle continues.

Still even if it brings a solution to a problem,
it still remains good proposition.

The only thing that remains of concern when doing something in a rush of blood is that it can also mark the arrival of a disaster,
even if you know neither it can be averted,
nor can it be reversed.

So better keep moving at the right pace with the present moment in time
Keep a track of how things shape
Better to be more concerned about the present than that of future
Things change,
sometimes something good might happen.

Things change,
sometimes something unexpected might happen,
but then that’s life.

Hence it’s always important to keep in mind, to remember
Always take one step at a time.

Do things which you like,
rather than doing something just for the sake of doing it.

Never run away from the obstacles of life
They are a part of your life and part of the game
So face them,
learn something new in the process of solving them.

A day will come when a sense of satisfaction will occupy a place in your mind and also in your life.

Till then, it always give it a try,
try again.
Try, try and you will win.

Till the perfect moment in life comes when there is a sense of satisfaction that comes to mind till then,
it’s life and life continues.

In the highs and lows of life
In the ups and downs of life
In the joys and sorrows of life
In the happiness and sadness of life
In all the different moods, moments and spheres of life
Live life in the present with present moment of time.

I slow to a yellow crawl,
I watch the meadows filled
With bloodstained roses,
Beneath crystalline eyelids
I see the fire burns in all directions.

I rush a rush to nowhere,
Everywhere standing still.
I yearn to claw the sky black,
I speak in a the archaic language,
The sorrow understands.

I come forth by action
And spew tattered verses,
I sleep in the blood of dreams
And awaken in secular ******,
Alone with everyone.

The curtain closes on my being,
Neither here or there,
My steps like an echo
Chasing my future steps;
Only the words to me are real.

May 6, 2015, Wednesday, 1:15AM

I try to run away from my sorrows
but I always end up crawling back,
it's the only feeling I could ever reach out for;

because it's the only thing you left me with.

I stood at the end of the universe
Waiting for the beginning of time.
Dangling my feet at the abyss where
everything that had shattered came back
together.

I stood at the end of time,
waiting for the beginning of the universe
and a second chance.