Nothing was said by the tides of the lake
As they were frozen in time
Nothing will do to start and shake
The core of this lake, oh, sublime!

One can try to guess what was last spoken,
Perhaps it was hating on all things unfair
Nothing was left behind, not a clue or a token
To unveil the secrets, to clean up the air

One more look at these rough edges
Underneath of a smooth glistening glass
They are there ,muted for ages
Frozen thoughts , waiting for winter to pass!

Only celestial kisses that fall quietly
Gather to form a white blanket
On the chest of this lake, oh so lovely
That holds its  breath, unshaken.

Not knowing when a heart does open
We are just looking for the clues
We wonder why the words unspoken
Choose traveling  on tunes of blues

Avoiding gazes to collide
And listening to words, not feelings
We might just let a soul to slide
Away, from this life fast spinning reeling

Wait up, let the murmur of unknowns
Fade in the quietness of darkness!
Don’t worry about the stones not thrown
If kindness stagnates, it collapses...

I see remembrance of embraces
In the stars of shapes of hearts
Across the sky, they all form laces
That puts together my heart’s two parts.

I write as I need to express myself and as this gives me clarity.

That I am doing something 'special' should never enter my mind.  Life is lived in the singular and everyone has their own story, whether such were a prince or a pauper.  No one has the monopoly over life or knowledge--every story, however simple or humble, has a place in the democracy and mystery of life.

Perhaps the personal narrative of a beggar, ***** or the farmer is more poignant than that of a royalty , a rich or powerful man, a scholar, or anyone else in high society's.

And we are more enriched as we are able to see other aspects of people's lives which otherwise would have been denied to us.

My humanism has enabled me to espouse this view so easily.

The greatest problem that divides people is labels and comparison-
people are full of themselves and regard others to be somehow 'inferior' to them. either in terms of education, wealth standing, rank...
And this is accentuated by our materialistic and competitive culture.

How could harmony exist among people as long as they choose to categorise?  Where is the love of and compassion for others?

Evolution has not saved us but has made us selfish, callous, heartless and uncaring.  How deplorable and miserable we are!  

Let us pause to re-examine our life and priorities-
we forfeit our very humanity if we can't find meaning and purpose in our pursuits.

I’m broken
Tell you I’m fine
But you wouldn’t believe me
If you knew the things that cross my mind

Is not the Moon when full
All the more beautiful
For the scars all can see
Which it displays proudly?

They say I cannot
That is because I do not
Not because I have done not
Yeah!
They know not
Because they've seen not
They don't know...
It's a beast in chains
Chains of experience

I fell in love with the dark of the mountains
And the lights in the October sky.

In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.