The Journey

It was a journey like any other, I
Sitting by the window, panes raised
Enjoying the rhythm of the iron wheels
Hitting the tracks with their heels.
Ahead, I looked at the expanse of green,
Wires knitting patterns against the sky,
The trees running by, in a rush, like they
Cannot stop, but would like to stay.
The sandwich seller on my side,
Called at me, but I could not break off
From the life I saw, absorbing the sight
That on every journey gives me delight.
Beside me there were others, but they
Cannot see what I see, indulging instead
In talk that meant something to them I know,
But to me, a distant hum; dissonant and low.
Someone shuffled a newspaper, next to me
Or a magazine perhaps, the pages crackling,
A small noise perhaps, but made me turn
The divine show outside, I did adjourn.
Looking back, I know not what it was
Was it that I was piqued at being disturbed?
Or, did I turn to look at the stranger who
Was smiling at me with eyes so true?
Have you ever felt a moment
That is so small but feels long, very long?
Swimming through time, like a comet, I
Felt my soul and heart fly
Towards a stranger I had never met
And never will, for the world is large,
So much that people you love are lost
In the realms of time, they never last.
That silent smile and the loudest eyes
They looked on at me, like I was looking
Into a mirror, at a reflection
Of my insides, with the same affection.
Within that moment, we looked
At each other, in a nascent direction
Until the screeching of the brake
Paused the journey with a quake.
Have you ever made bubbles in the air
You see them float, until they burst
And sometimes when you blow too hard,
They explode, just when they were to start?
Just so, it was the end of a beginning
Of what could have been, I do not know
The lost magic was never found
We left each other, like captives unbound.
And then, it was a journey like any other, I
Sitting by the window, panes raised
Listening to the rhythm of the iron wheels
A clock ticked in my heart, and all that it conceals.

Decay

Like the dark night

Which bites into a full moon

And the abandoned nest

After the birds fly away

My deepest desires and skills

Are lost in a race today.

Like a bright morning

Which hazes out in the fog

And the autumn leaf

That comes down at fall

I walk like a drunken man

And write like you scrawl.

Like the light streaming

From the ventilators onto the floor

And the preserved flowers

Arranged on a potpourri

I live a strange illusion

That feels like a real story.

Like the odor on my body

Sprinkled with perfume

And the beauty of a woman

In the heights of her youth

I forget that this glitter will fade

Under the glow of the truth.

Like a living plant

That slowly dries into fodder

And the brilliant fire

Surely dying on the coal

Unaware, I decay every minute

Until I sleep into the hole.

To Be In Love..

To be in love, you must feel pain
Pain of loving, of having loved and lost
Lost in the galaxy of glittering delights
Delights that delight and never last.

Last summer rain on your garden
Garden of blossoming feelings, memories
Memories of a night well spent
Spent listening to the rain on the trees.

Trees that witnessed your times together
Together under the Banyan’s shade
Shade of happy, peaceful times
Times you sat together and prayed.

Prayed for each other with one another
Another day, another gift to cherish
Cherish the touch of the sun in winter
Winter chills when the greens perish.

Perish in pain like a dry river
River of sorrow when having to lose
Lose direction and stance, beyond control
Control your emotions and having to choose.

Choose between the future and today
Today that looks like a brilliant joy
Joy that will end with a tear someday
Someday that would do this, by and by.

By losing what you let go once
Once the blemish is on your being
Being an enhanced jewel on you
You will learn again, to love and sing.

The Common Man

Aged with work, bent with failure
Dying on hope and living against fear
Vast lands he’s crossed, lived on small ones
Effervescent in spirit, like a boy he runs
Never stopping at a calling crossroad
Tiring never of the heaviest load
Unsure of his future, but sure of his past.
Real hero who will die unsung, alone
Every adventure is forgotten, unknown.

I Look For More (Haiku)

Sunlight comes running
Lighting up the room of hope
Yet I look for more

Play a game of cards
And shuffle my old destiny
I win and I deal

Set fire on the ice
But let it not melt away
Yes I want them both

Sit by my pillow
Give me a real dream now
Wake me up smiling

Do my hair with love
So they fly but stay in place
Smelling like the rain

Walk in my shadow
I will never be alone
Marching towards joy

Make ripples on sand
As if it were but water
And let it flow by

Give me some flowers
That grow into potpourri
And never dry out

Make me fly the sky
Like it were a guided kite
Gliding like a bird

Romance with the rain
Make castles with the water
Like it were a beach

When I stretch my hand
Hold it and never let go
For I look for more.