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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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! 

My Hometown

mountain

By the foothills of mighty Dhaulagiri Range,
where time has not brought much change.
Lying just at the end of a shallow valley,
is my hometown which I miss very much daily.
 
It’s more like a village if you ask me frankly,
with just one narrow paved road skirting it lazily.
Forest and fields surround it on all four side,
place I call my hometown with sense of pride.
 
Nearest town is about half an hour away,
nearest city is at least two hours away.
Which means it has the clear blue sky during day,
and at night you can clearly see the Milky Way.
 
A place so small, everyone knows each other,
whether in joy or sorrow, everyone comes together.
Even with Google map you will have trouble finding it!
“Far from the madding crowd” sure sounds like a fit.
 
Some might even call it a “One horse town”
yet my cherished memories were created in this hometown.
Now I am counting the days when I will see it again,
eager to see what parts of it remain, with a joy unrestrained!