Footprints

'A moment it is', she said;
this moment is all that remains between us.
Between us because of this spark, the fire shall never ignite..

No! this moment will not lead to a conflagration.
It won't burn, it would not consume, this fire;
It would just shine, as it does in the ocean at night
It would just glitter as does in the necklace of pearls

It can survive but it would flutter,
this spark..between us, she said; 

'it would not burn forever'
It is 'a Moment' she said assuring herself, 'a Moment it is'

And I smiled..amused,
A moment; I recall, a moment is forever;
It survives in the memory lane,
maybe deep beneath the conscious self;

Its amplitude may be truncated, Its intensity reduced, killed.
It lives, it guides, it approves and ignites;
Its sometimes the lamp beneath the dark of life.

Its the guiding force for battles inane;
and a moment the cosmic design that gods ordain;
This moment I am sure, your will, will survive
This moment I assure, This moment will never die.

Poem Definition: March 17, 2013

Criticize me for I am insane

I am not as toxic as the bugs may imply, 
not jovial enough to be unnoticed, 
not the person who just passed by, 
not ethereal as the humble may be..
Not of the dirt, neither am I born to fly 

Criticize me, for I am insane,

For I am too much to bear for your temperate neuron frame;

I killed systems, as on a regular morning stroll,

and I killed those, whose love invariably took my toll

..and I slay self, when I am not up for the task

When there is no glory, on which I am left to bask

There is a pattern that yet governs my heart

a skill too complicated, an abstract function of art,

lived in the way, the sculptors live their life;

In the solace of the nature, their held in vice

Free of the world and their cosmetic apparent self

But caught in their madness, their own inherent elf

Maybe that's the reason, as to why, 

I appear toxic..and I appear inane 

to the bugs, who have a temperate neuron frame.

Poem Definition Feb 27, 2013