I am Sorry

i am sorry

Where does the sorry even start I ask,

when all these time I’ve been wearing this mask.

mask that can’t be unmask without trauma,

unmasking leading to melodrama.

 

I’m very Sorry for the things I’ve done,

for all the things done, which I can’t outrun.

Will settle with the Big One when I meet,

until then forgive and make me complete.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Journey of a Spring

Colorado Wildflowers - Yankee Boy Basin Evening 2

 

High in the mountains so close to the sky,
where eagles soar effortlessly and fly.
With few trickles you begin your travel,
so clean and clear one can see the gravel.
 
Only a foot wide yet filled with vigor,
rushing to meet your destiny quicker.
Helping people quench their thirst on the way,
at same time soothe their eyes with your display.
 
Over the cliff, under the bridge you flow,
what ordeals lies ahead you don’t know.
Innocent like a child you forge onward,
hurdles on your path you are least bothered.
 
After long journey you enter the plains,
where pollution starts getting in your veins.
With your strength weakened your speed starts to slow,
winding idly without much of a show.
 
It is here that you cause most destruction,
where your dark side makes an introduction.
With your overflowing banks causing flood,
you take residence and lives in cold blood.
 
Was any remorse felt or penance seeked?
for moral decay that started to reek.
Will you carry your burden to next phase?
who will pay for all the hope that was razed?
 
In your final phase you are broad and wide,
you ultimately meet your friend High Tide.
Battered and bruised from all of life’s lesson,
you hug the ocean and count your blessing.

All I Got

lone-traveller

 

Gave love all I got,

would be enough I thought.

Turned out to be nought,

left me out to rot.

 

Felt no pain or anger,

filled my heart with hunger,

to make it last longer,

would that be a blunder?

 

Husky voice still do linger,

in my mind little stronger,

Like a warm coats in the winter,

making me into a thinker.

 

I’ve been here many times before,

without me even asking for.

Time to swim for the shore?

before my heart is sore?

 

Day the Music Died

trench

 

Clenching my M16 so hard my knuckles starts to hurt,

with incessant rain, my uniform covered with sweat and dirt.

Tension hangs heavy as the thick fog, waiting for the go ahead,

brother-in-arms conveys with his eyes the tension without being said.

 

Deafening noise of shells that keeps falling nearby keeps reminding us of danger,

chunks of mud and rocks raining down with it feels larger and larger.

Some wise men said “There is no atheist in foxholes”

everyone praying they were somewhere else instead of this hellhole.

 

Brief break in pace of shooting allows me to peek over the trench,

my sense of smell is overwhelmed by the smell of rotten body stench.

Just as I was recovering from the urge to regurgitate my K-ration,

a bullet ricochet off my helmet leaving me with a dazed sensation.

 

 

Just A Song

sunshine-valley

 

Turn me into rain, turn me into long night,
turn me into your only passion which is right.
Make me into lyrics, into your heart’s voice,
turn me into deepest secret of your choice.
 
I am just a intoxication, so let me flow,
let me live my life and let it go.
Or give me a little space right next to your heart,
give me a reason why I am sleepless right from start.
 
We both have all the rest of our life to spend together,
just keep on smiling even if there is a storm to weather.
Let me be the soft wind which embraces you with affection,
let me be the morning sun warming you from easterly direction.

Have a Great Weekend

party

 

New month of new year is about to come to an end,

It is time to chill and hangout with your family or friends.

To hang out at the local bar if you are so inclined!

or to catch up on your reading, if you are that kind!

 

You can binge watch on Netflix your favorite shows,

or dance in the club until they eventually close!

You could meet your sweetheart at the local lover’s point,

or do something which will be your life’s turning point.

 

Do whatever floats your boat and have a great weekend,

please just do not waste the time which is godsend.

Will see you guys on Monday if god is willing,

till then, hope you guys have weekend that’s very thrilling! 

Unanswered Questions

forest

 

Where do we go from here is the open question,

raking my brain so hard yet there is only confusion.

Whether to continue or to live a life of seclusion,

can anything be done to this life we call delusion?

 

Why have so much negativity crept into my writing?

it used to be much more lively and exciting.

Is it just a reflection of state of my mind and soul?

with such heavy heart, how can one expect me to be whole?

 

Like a toy whose keys has all been unwind,

I stare at the window with an empty mind.

Striving hard to come up with something positive to say,

it looks like this is not likely to happen today.