The Sea Inside

Facing the sea that speaks silence,you and me stand close,

counting these waves and inscribing our names on the wet sand.

Vulnerability is something that allures one from within,

Isn't it ? That is why we always choose the sea instead.

You wouldn't listen and I wouldn't say, so the obvious silence mixes with twilights and flies on with the wet breeze that caresses.

I relive myself with the tides. They accept the inevitable at the shore, still they rise, if for once, they can grow and never touch the ground, ever again.

"Don't you know they never can ?" you say.

"Then why do you wait by the sea" , I ask.

With yours and mine, our scribbled names,

that never were etched deep within the sand,

my own optimism rushes them to futility,

another wave and they are gone, abstruse.

What you would never know is, it's not the swells,

its me who disorients the hyphen in between.

Then I let the waves flow,

On

In,

Through,

Over...

... So that you come and I hope, for that evening.

When the hyphen will remain and the waves will never touch the sands.

You Could Have

Could I have ever really seen
under the shade of the rocky moon
the flash of light from your latest machine
what it was, what it would mean, the tears I wept, the tears I clean.


Could I have ever really known
about your talk of no spring
the colorful pictures you had shown,
my flowers plucked, my garden blown
the trees burned, the seeds unsown


Could I even now realize
where my home disappeared
under the thick black oil, it buys
your words, your constant lies,
deaf to the cries, no matter who dies.


Or in your eyes should I see my fate
dare and try to save us all
from the greed and senseless hate
leave my Mom, my empty plate
my cold crib,and not just lie here in wait !

Beauty...so temporary!

On a lonely highway, lost within myself...oh these street lights deny their interference...the rustic turned maple leaves, burnt out under the sun tells a tale...a tale of torture, lamenting of its situation pushes me to think....think about the woman I knew the night before...those cripples on the sheet, that undone bed and that side pillow with an encircle mark tells a different tale...lady, can you come back again ?

These lonely, bright lit stars compels me to be optimistic during the night...they tell me to think of that bright face, those curious eyes and the sunshine that's going to follow...but this dark, captivating night engulfs me to a distinguished dark thought.

Back to the road again, these dark thoughts fails to go away. Tortures, pain and grief haunts me...in search of beauty, on my way to find an audience, I have ignored the star. These maple leaves, so brightly lit during the day are marred by the sunshine...and the beauty is temporary. My search of appreciation has led me to lose my star. That shimmering beauty is lost forever.

Oh maple beauty, please vaporize!
Oh lady star, won't you come back again!