The Yearning.

A day passes

It becomes the past

What happens then?

Can be forgotten or hidden

A moment is all it takes

Not to be late

For what it is

Becomes what it was

The Untold Story.

The unfold of the fold

Is the story untold?

The words of the people

Leaves a ripple.

For the hay on the way

Makes it not a place to stay.

Leeway!

The climb up

On a quest

To reach the crest

To get over distress

For far is the walk

From yesterday

To today.

 

The Mind Riot.

A feeling hard to fathom

as deep as the tomb.

With creeping silence of a grave yard

an hold of iron too hard.

A break much needed

Yet unheeded.

Who are the gods?

It happened in a twinkle

A clear bright day gives way to darkness

This was but as brief as a flash of lightening

Nothing could be brightened

Neither could it be purely darkened

The rain came heavily and then lightly

The drizzle frizzling out the heat

The cloud became dark

But it took a second for the sun to pierce through

In between blinks of the eyes

Came the rain and sunshine

The day and the night, none could be sure what is in existence.

Loving Your Lover.

Have you seen such a man
Whose great height
Makes mountains bow in shame?
Whose shoulder width
Makes the ocean roll in confusion?
Oh! The fluttering of my heart
At the thought of him
Makes the eagle fly low in awe.