Our paths crossed,
a way many times.
But we had to meet only
when the time was right.
Slowly, not now,
we just sailed on.
Thinking not twice,
what lies beyond?
The voyage has just started
and we will sail through.
Fighting all odds,
against the pirates of the sea.
Hands held together,
will dive off.
To depths unknown
discovering
what lies beyond ?

Every shade
has its own place.
A role to play,
a message to display.

Without a word
all is said.
The stains
shout out
all that is their.

Holding a quill
I sat down to write.
I started to scribble
dripping ink
on the pile.

All I could write
was your name.
What words? What phrases?
could truly explain.
The way
I feel for
this person so strange.

Standing by my window
I hear
the wind passing by.
And all the melodies
that sweep along
entailing tales
from far and wide.

No hems can
block its passage.
No men can
halt its march.
It just whirls by
leaving a trail behind.

There is always a ray of hope
for everything to work
on its own.
The threads that
were all tangled
wounded up in a roll.

There is always a ray of hope
for good things
to peep from a hole.
All you need
is a bait
to grab it and hold.

I sit here,
under the night sky.
Gazing up with a sigh.
To try and imply,
What the stars signify?

Are they a storehouse
of mystery?
Trying to hide
their history.
Just too shy,
to entail their glory.

I sit here,
under the night sky.
Striving to comply.
To deduce what they say.
Waiting for a reply.