Helpless

It's past midnight and the doors
Of my vision I haven't bolted.
Still in deep thoughts, I'm unable to sleep.

I close my eyes and those
Images and words cluster around
the periphery of my subliminal vision.

Aeons have flashed by and days have crawled
That face, so bright, still veils itself
That voice is now no more than a vestige of my imagination.

Weeping has become a luxury
I'm beyond shedding tears over and over
Hidden dreams make space for hidden sorrow deep down.

I smile, and truly, too; but the night
entertains its regular visitors of salty water
And I drown, as deep as ever
And my own self can never save me.

The Chosen One

He was a poet in prose
A carnation among the rose.
His silence said a thousand words,
His tears beneath that unmoved veil never showed.

As bright as the Andromeda,
His eyes, they shone when we smiled together.
Today, a thousand miles apart,
We still remember those exact words regardless the weather.

He was The One,
Faraway Pluto's shining sun.
His conversations were a nightingale's symphony,
Touched with nature's harmony.

Oh yes, He is away today.
But these eyes still shine whenever He smiles.

The World Never Stops

Fade these dreams
The past is so clear
The world never stops
So why would these tears?

Moving on and getting over
Are always better said than done
Nothing seems easy
Life is one big run.

The rains pour relentlessly
The sun fears to shine
They say scars, they heal
Things mend with time.

But shattered glass and decaying carcass
Can they be mended from the grime?
Somethings, when they leave,
There are just memories they leave behind.

Wishes and desires, they never cease
Wants turn into basic needs
And never a soul slumbers in its last
With satisfaction of its life past.

And behold the vastness of Eternity
Is it even real?
The world never stops
So why would these tears?

Time

Spending time with loved ones
Has always been an elusive dream
Casting shadows in light
Time has been a vision in green.

But any moment I spend with you
I remember clearly even after aeons
Those cherished memories never fade
They are coloured with childhood's crayons.

The life I'm living is your gift
I musn't waste it so
Every moment alive may your presence
In my lonely life be imbued.

Mother, you are my guardian angel
You know I love you too
Prizes can be won and lost
But you are a brightness in the blues.

Mother, I promise, I will always be there for you.
Regardless of the limitations time sets on you.