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A GIFT OF OLD AGE

If old age does a gift on me bestow
it would be just: silence
in my youngish and manhood years
I had exhausted every single sentence

erroneously borrowed from writers,
from professors, friends, the clergy,
leaders, politicians, loud-mouths,
fanatics and extremists ( I didn't know then)--an endless litany

and I discover much too late
truth is only a word thrown about
for the convenience of the speakers
the stronger their conviction, the louder they shout

as they have all the answers
' you don't know-- you out
there---it's about time you followed us
we'll rid you of every doubt'

how I detest slogans now
pontifications are the death of me
I am lost for words--silence I choose--
myself I blame for my past stupidity

soon,  too soon I'll be walking
to life's terminus--near, so near-
with a tiny signboard ' finis'
I'll be quiet and calm --without a single doubt or fear.
NIL
Everyday I search for
the brightest and shiniest star
on earth while walking home
her look can cure my deepest scar

Everyday I wish to
reach this blazing star
However I try
she is so near yet so far

Everyday I know
in few moments in time
she will be gone very far
left with shallow memories in eyes of mine

What if i can't be with you
in this life on earth
some says we become stars in future
I want to shine next to you by all my heart
Dedicated to someone whom i consider as a star, this star i see for a very tiny moment everyday.
I went hiking up a mountain,
I couldn't tell you where it was, I was hopelessly lost,
My compass was broken, my backpack was heavy and my legs were tired of walking,
I couldn't stop for fear that I would never find my way backwards or forwards,
I couldn't stop, the fear of suspended animation was too great,
Then I saw a man, sitting at the edge of a cliff,
I couldn't decide if he was lost or if he was just suicidal.
I was taught not to talk to strangers,
Be a good girl, don't tell everyone everything, keep your secrets, keep your pain, always smile, don't let them see who you really are.
I ventured a timid hello, and he turned around and smiled like he'd known me forever.
I couldn't help but smile back and put my backpack down for a little while,
My shoulders were aching from all the weight I was carrying,
We didn't talk much, we just sat there, staring ahead, each lost in their own thoughts,
I couldn't tell you how long we sat there.
My watch was broken you see and time seemed like it didn't matter,
I had no hope of ever going back to where I'd come from,
I had no way of knowing if I'd ever find my destination,
The fear was back and as I stood up to leave, he didn't stop me,
But, just looked at me with kindness and asked me to leave my backpack behind,
'It's too heavy a burden for you to carry', he said, 'you don't need it where you're going.'
'Where am I going?', I asked
'You'll know when you get there', he replied before turning away,
So I left my backpack behind and I walked on,
Faith was all I had and for the moment that was enough.
I have wasted so much life
learning the unimportant.
I will spend what's left
sitting and unlearning.
Nothing is as important
as letting the breeze
flow through you like
an ocean current that
only exists to exist.
Current, wave, no-thing.
I am on my way.

  ~mce
broken and bent, the trees shudder as
the cold wind blows angrily,
soft skin and crisp leaves
collide,
as rain pours onto the top of your head,
no faeries or elves in this forest,
just the rain,
and your lost soul
I kissed her while grinning
She left my head spinning
My favorite kind of kiss
If you have forgotten water lilies floating
On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade,
If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance,
Then you can return and not be afraid.

But if you remember, then turn away forever
To the plains and the prairies where pools are far apart,
There you will not come at dusk on closing water lilies,
And the shadow of mountains will not fall on your heart.
From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
  Like little ripples down a sunny river;
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,
  Cut down, and up again as blithe as ever.
Why is it
That the biggest hearts
Are emptied the fastest?

And the brightest souls
Are blackened
The quickest?
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