The   sea  is  forever,
as  even  now,
never  the  same.
It  stirs  and  breaks,
mends  and  unites.

From  shore  to  shore
the  same,
yet,
from  wave  to  wave
so  different.

Perhaps  it  knows
the  Why's  of  life.
Shall  I  dare  ask?
And  what  shall  I  hear?

The  fierceful  cries
of  a  thousand
seagulls  in  mine  ear!

To the east paves insurmountable demons
To the west leads on to inevitable legends
To the right bows the fierceful battles
To the left lies the darkest lands
Roosters crying , ghosts staring
Lava erupting, devils bursting
No bridges, no aids
No ridges, no helping hands
From east to west
Right or left
A miserable life
On a barren tract
And there exits and entrances
Of worriers and warriors
There lies guesses and chances
And both tigers and terrors
Oh Sis! Now you sign an accord
Of success or failures
Cause the time has come
Blow out the unrecognized potential
Step in a world
Where you're the lord
And you're the only angel
.......Gosh! A havoc foot is itching
To flunk you down
But you're a warrior enough
Dump it out of your town
There..just 2 steps more
Your success with an overwhelming tribute
Just 2 steps more..

A Dance of Bliss and Sorrow*

In the beginning there was expectation,
And a curious gaze on the unsuspecting pray.
As the mercurial snake dives into a tickle,
All points are plastered on the firmament, with
A promise of redemption on each and every reflection.

The first inbreath catches the Red Thread
Forever binding you to impress.
Now amidst sworn enemies an emerging stage,
May the meek bow under, be hailed by roses;
Let the nails fly through, build that castle in the sky.

An innocent relief delivers into darkness.
Click, tick, flick of the tongue lights the torch,
And forgotten dreams are fleshed out onto walls.
A dance of bliss and sorrow leaves a story to tell,
By the blind with hope, able to give, willing to see.

Eyes battle the blur as lungs are rescued.
Senses venture beyond known territory.
A voice from the past raises the guard.
What was once cramped is now ready to be honored.
Now in place of threat, nothing but respect.

The primatic eye lies on you as it,
Splits reality into an altar for two.
A restoring gaze carrying dust remains
From across the line of recklessness
Innocence is blazed back on the page.

The unruffled woodland in brimming with life
and yet, no critter in sight.
As the back and forth teasing
Lulls you back into the nigh,
Your life is not yours to ****,
No matter how hard you try.
More often than not you'll give it your best,
Only to realize you left a ****** mess.
But fear not, for with this word
I dub you thee master of swords

Now raise to the fierceful elegance
Who makes weakness barely consequential,
And your gifts only providential.
Be made into the secret
Of the skilled, the persistent,
Who's uncommon kindness,
Brings euphoria to the heartness.
But don't forget to keep me a gentleman,
I would not want to end up wrecked by the shore.