He always stood,
For sometime now at a glance,
His face looked distance,
Buried in a deep unknown thoughts,
No one knew anything behind that look,
But rumour had it,
That he carried that which no man could,
Bestowed upon him was the burden of all and sundry,
But do we cry,
He beats his drum at the disposal of his hands,
He plays the guitar at the tenderness of his fingers,
Beating the dust out of her heart,
She who understands his clenching fists,
And swayed by his tunes,
There are 10 kinds of people in this world,
and binary accounts for them all.
They’re happy and sad.
They’re ones and zeros.
Villains and heroes.
Villains, yet not all bad.
Despite everything life decides to hurl;
Despite every brick ball of fear
Through the stained glass windows of their minds,
Through it all, they survive.
They’re angry and glad.
They’re happy and sad.
And in their duality, they’re still smiling there
at your sharp hasty words
at your venomous hurt
that you wish so desperately they, too, shared.
I wake up every day,
Yet another beautiful day,
Yet another day to live,
Yet another day to breath,
Yet another day to make peace with our neighbors,
Yet another day to start everything over,
Yet another day to meditate on everything,
Yet another day to look at the past and be thankful for everything,
It`s yet another day to look into my future,
Correcting all the mistake that I made in my past,
It`s been such a long and short way,
I believe it has taken a hand of somebody to see me through all these,
Thank you Lord for having seen me through,
The challenges life brought me,
Tears that I had to shed,
Sorrows that I had to go through,
Questions that I had to ask,
It`s only YOU that made it possible for me up to this far,
For my days and time ahead of me,
I ask for your protection,
For your guidance,
Show me the way,
Bless the work of my hands,
Give me a chance to express myself to the world and be an epitome of something good,
Something that humanity would look up to,
And be a smile to many,
I was a caterpillar before I became a butterfly.
Trapped inside a white cocoon,
My fate unknown,
Only hoping, be it to the beholder`s eyes,
From a feeble kick day in day out,
To a strong kick someday a head,
I broke through open the cocoon,
And found my new freedom,
And I became a butterfly,
Flying and dangling around in a beautiful composure,
The rains above,
The falling rain drops,
The vastness of the universe,
The deep blue skies,
The shining galaxies of stars,
Like an eagle I fly majestically across them all,
Spreading its powerful wings,
Swinging and fighting hard against the strong winds,
I can see the peak of the mountain,
To shade off my old rugged feathers,
To shade off old and weak claws of my feet,
A cup of icy cold drink of water,
To quench my thirst off,
A punch of soothing words over my ear,
To smoothen my heart,
A warm cold breeze in the coastal beaches,
To carry away my thoughts,
And bring me into a world of imagination,
A nice soothing song,
To bring my senses back,
A cold shower,
To drain my sweat off my body,
And restore a fresh smell over me,
A welcoming smile,
To cheer my heart up,
Are all I need.
To bring back the almost lost me into existence,
About the poet me. Yes! I have always thought about me and my life. It`s been a pretty nice, pathetic, good and wonderful journey I have come along to this time of age. Much has happened, both the positive and the negative occurrences.
It draws back to when I was in high school. That`s when I realized that I could I actually sit down and outflow my heart out on a piece of paper. I could speak my heart out. I could express my inner thoughts and shout them off to the world.
I`m a poet and I love poetry, and I would always strive to take it to a higher level. Cheers to all poets out there. I salute you all.