I write a few lines Of poetry But, Like the others I too shall leave.
And like an insomniac I sit up Startled by the ethereal Quietude Staring at me
Let the raindrops wash My memories from your mind I have crossed the realms unknown
Like sheen of cloud-like fluff Gently touching the soles of my feet Its ethereal magic Falling silently upon me
In scorching heat of summer I dream of frosty winter
To forget my love for thee Sleep forever sleep, Dream forever dream.
For a while, though I was beguiled But my smile soon faded away
The wanderer moves on, Leaving behind the burnt up logs Few morsels of uneaten tasteless food
Do not hurry to bury me For I shall wait to see your face Among the few who come to say their Last farewell.
I write As night begins to dance to An uncannily serene tune A trickle of water somewhere
With thundering sounds Like a sudden pounding push To reality, I resurface. Quiet and unseen
Still shine under the bright Sun Just as my eyes always shone When I dreamt to touch the stars.
What lies on the other side Of life What awaits us when we cease To be A heaven, exquisite Or a hell like the one
The Criminal I heard They killed you Shot you in the head Three times They felt Just one was not enough To vent the hatred they had nursed A long time I heard…… They buried you, Somewhere far Hid…
Under the falling debris I had wished to remain Thus no longer wished to see