Running

This world of toil
is full of running.
Rushing and bustling
to be everywhere.
Exits to freedom,
cheer and life.
But the circle grows bigger,
never straightening.
We keep running,
blind to the bends. 

Relief

I remember

The days I suffered

My muted Breaths

My shut eyes

As the devil burned me

He brings before me

You in all your beauty

Eternally beautiful

And eternally far

As the devil burned me

Not Satisfied with

Anguish and Pain

He shows me you

In another’s arm

And I Burn.

It’s not the fire

That burns my flesh

Not the knowledge

That I am forever damned.

That I was never

What you deserved,

that my absence would

have meant better

in your life

is what kills me.

burns me.

And I lie there

Burning one eternity

At a time

I only stopped

When you said

I mean the world to you.

Death Count

Did you stop to think
that there was a lover,
a sister, a mother,
a father waiting for them

that there was a life
which was taken away from them
waiting for them back there.

did you stop to think
how that one bereavement would
leave some few with just anguish

don't think of numbers
or how many died

think how many people they had to
leave behind for no fault of theirs.
remember them for they are no more with us

Remembering

You look through pictures
and videos
and old chats
and even older memories.

What you see there makes
you smile and sigh.

all the words they said
all the smiles they smiled
all the laughs you shared
have come to mean nothing now

or that's how you see it.
What do you know about them?
To judge them for not being there now.

To a child

Sweet child of mine
what shall i teach you
Shall i teach of what the
wood creatures speak
or what the light spring
bubbles on incessantly
Shall i teach you the
whisperings of the wind
or the voyages of the clouds

Though i might fail to teach you
all this and more
look no further than the
starry skies.

They are the greatest of tutors
and our constant watchers.
 

Regret

Tell me of your victories and defeats
of your triumphs and sorrows
I shall lend an attentive ear
and promise to ask only one thing
-would you change even a second?

Her

Days float away
like summer leaves.
Here i stand
counting the hours.
One leaf, two leaf
and another 58 more.
Counting hours
until i might glimpse you.
Float away gentle leaves 
and bring her closer.

The morning breeze,
the setting sun,
a warm embrace
and times of fun.
All these i shall trade
for a look from you. 

The furtive look, 
an aching neck,
a hammering heart
and wasted hopes.
All these are what
i gift unto you

Death seems nearer to you
than i shall ever be.

Do my eyes betray me
or is it death
that walks between us?