The Resolve

Someday,
There would be a smile on your lips
and a glow on you face
a certitude in your heart
which will nourish unfazed.

Someday,
There it would be birds who'll talk
And the trees would extend their arms
The winds would glitter with gold
Whole earth would light up your form

Someday,
You'd surely realize
That it's only you who lives within my eyes
be it the dreams that I, wide eyed, seek
or the tales of the fairies which find shelter in my sleep.

The Craving

There's a reason why I miss you
you are not in my home
You are instead in the world
which is filled with infectious chrome

My home's facade is white
And it's interior are done in blue
but those are the only two colors
of the others I've got no clue

It's aura reverberates with light
and it is filled in magnificent delight
There's this divine protection in it's dome
That holds the sun on it's own

I feel free, when you are inside
when your ride the path astride
on the horses of my imaginary winds
and the roads of my hide.

The Eternal Pursuit

Yet another gentle Gnarl in my destiny
Another person's life impressed upon me
as I make way through the vacuum of my impoverished spirit
into the shining star of supernal luminosity

A radiant air held me in her arms
when I tried to hide my vivacity inside the barns
to make way for the higher purpose to conceive

Make the knots within to open, divine grace I could receive.

And since then my being has been out of captivity

Freedom of hope and hope of freedom have been my life's veracity

There were wings which were fastened to my human form

And then there was this ill timed flight in my aberrant yarn

I wasn't prepared, to live through my fate

and thus I was refused to enter heaven's gate!

And this vacuum whose hollow does not cease to cease

has been growing beyond itself even as that radiance I am unable to appease

And thus this mingling/divorce from the mortals of this world

of the pain excruciating that with practice may not even hurt

Has obliged me to follow the nonsensical path through the woods

This journey may as well, give rise to the ulterior goods

Voyage - I

Where am I?
What place could this be,
how far away is this place
what is it's distance from my destiny!

Who lives here?
Who strives to build a life
in this stupendous void
in this conspicuous absence of immensity.

Of the things that I have,
my humility is the greatest chattel
as I lay brick by brick of conviction
on my soul in this sole battle.

Bringing the things I know
Together in this drought of my heart
Baring the truth of my being
gathering knowledge in the primal cart

And, yet again I go,
unaware as to where it would lead me
I am indebted to this journey
As a disciple to a master could be.

The Poem of hope

Was it happiness that I saw in your eyes
when I returned from my journey that sunrise
From the abominable world that I traveled to
but came back with my soul with much ado

Were they surprised! Bewildered at my return so soon
Innate in them the fears of the doom
after the marathon of those hard to scrape through moments
In the fancy world of our own childish engagement

Was it a flower whose aroma made me realize it bloomed

waiting for the sun in the morning after night's gloom?

Imbibing in itself the patience of the sky
To hold dark clouds to it's bosom for eternity on a sly

But there's always a silver lining to this veil

the one that gives hope to the soul to appeal

For a future that is blessed with the cosmic delight

and the spark in your eyes, will again take back us to those heights.