A voyeur
watching your life
in panoramic view
Stage manager
joining in applause
to an outstanding act
A commentator
to an exciting match
praising a spectacular win
Yet you can’t stop feeling
that something is missing
so you keep searching–
Somewhere out there…
then you’re surprised
to find that it was you–
Missing in your own life
all this time…
We trust
Beyond our inhibitions
We believe
Surpassing our illusions
We cry
Regretting our helplessness
We dream
Dismissing our reality
We smile
Remembering our vulnerability
We laugh
Surprising our mystery
We pray
Acclaiming our spirituality
We love
Pursuing soul connections
We rise
Transcending our suffering
We fly
In true and perfect harmony
I want to move on
but you keep taking me back
to a place I knew
I was sentenced
no full stops, only commas
in between, gun shots!
Punctuating pause
then the chase begins again
when will it all end?
History has no past–
It seems…
The carousel has turned
Full circle once more
The scenery has changed
The flowers now rearranged
Some petals have scattered
Lost carelessly in the wind
But here is another season
To sow and harvest again
Like fine wine, it was a very good year
But the very best, can cost you dear
So I’m searching new favorite blends
Need to catch up on the latest trends
Time has come to recant and decant
So I raise my glass to another great year
I can smell the fresh fragrance in the air
I feel the breeze as it blows through my hair
And if I should stumble in the midst of it all
I believe that you’ll be there to break my fall
I cannot take your pain
Since I would be a thief
To take what isn’t mine
You do not need my crime
I cannot hear your groans
In midnight’s silent breaths
That grow loud in your head
As Sleep stands you up again
I cannot taste the last drops
Of the bottle, your sole mate
Though I wish I could know
What your thirst feels like
I cannot stop your crying
Or know the river’s source
But as you climb the mountain
And it starts to get steeper…
Know that it will descend
When you get to the other side
Serenity
swathed in vacuous clouds
tucked in silent drops of rain
drifting curtains of misty spray–
this feeling when I pray
Serenity
away the pain of massacres
of triggers, blades and blame
protesting, powerless rage–
the muted venom of our age
Serenity
rest with me tonight
cuddle me gently in your arms
kiss me with your scented breath–
lift me from this deepening depth
But never bury me in the sand…
we’re in the same boat
you and I– chasing the same mirage
in the desert of our lives that is
filled with life that we never see
we’re on the same road
you and I– looking at the crossroads
dreaming of the roads not taken
when the yearning began to burn
we’re on the same journey
you and I– we’re trying to move on
but our illusions spin us around
wanting to know the reason why
we are travellers and seekers
a tossing and turning of the restless
that which we have lost we cannot retrieve
because it will never ever be quite the same.
She visits me without warning
sweeping in, wearing her dark hooded cloak,
instantly paralysing all my faculties
as her opiate smothers my senses.
She turns off my music, steals my appetite,
casts an eclipsed shadow of despair over me.
Sometimes she slips stealthily into my dreams,
walking me through a daze of dim empty rooms.
Some of them familiar, stark and solemn,
abandoned grey walls encroaching in.
Then we’re walking the unruly garden,
the open space surprises and excites me.
When she leaves, Sun slowly returns–
trading smiles and agile footsteps
as I walk through brightly-lit aisles,
shopping for a new chance at happiness.
Buying stones and trinkets to keep her away,
still convincing myself that she will not return.
Then she is suddenly there, painting my walls black.
Restless in pace, l still cannot see her face.
She effaces good memories and mists up–
my promising thoughts, drowning me
with rivers of tears and unsolicited fears.
Still I rise, fending her off with bright smiles.
In the distance, He reaches out to me
reminding me that I am not alone.
Patience and Hope are on their way,
Faith enters the room with his armour.
we stare into the interminable distance
wishing we could divine its existence
what waits for us on the other side–
is it a land filled with unequivocal promise
or will we remain in Nostalgia’s guileless grasp,
longing for diamond memories of the past?
will we ever see the rise of the golden sun,
will he who stands beside us still be the one?
the wind is a temptress with liquid eyes
when she breezes or dampens our dreams
the light you once knew– may now play its trick.
in this age without prophets, how shall we know
save to feel the warmth of our heart’s afterglow?
look for signs in the eyes of another’s to show
before we reach to the sky, let’s ask ourselves why–
what is that purpose that will drive our reason?
let this be the guide to hold true in the season.
but in this minute, this hour, this moment–
treasure it unconditionally, let’s try not to lose it!
It still stands waiting for us…
You come to me with that look,
the one filled with many questions.
You had not anticipated feeling like this.
When did life stop being predictable?
Was it the day that we crossed paths?
Did it change your timetable and destination?
When you took the bus you knew its direction
but now you’re not so sure, did you miss your stop?
Or was it simply the law of cause and effect?
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