Tag Archives: hope

Love Song.

The wail of a love song –
I recognize,
I do not pretend to understand
The shifting verse of fluid feeling
The slender twigs oft broken, the
Always that never was.

Yet, in intuition there is
That deep sense of understanding
A moment that holds, in its bosom
Only to lose it again –
The tight clasp, sand pushing out
Grip trembling, eroding slowly
Through the seams of my skin
I pretend to hold, glistening sand
Losing myself in the love I let go.

Tipping the hourglass, voluntarily
Empty now, my chest
For another hand to softly
Tip the hourglass again.

Of Fear and Faith

In the bleakest of evenings, we find ourselves

Hoping for opportunity, to shine upon us, some

Good fortune.


The human spirit soars like an eagle, and often

Drowns in the weight of the world, yet, it steadily

Burns on.


Strength and courage is often spoken of, but

Rarely acted upon, for intentions of the spirit are

Crushed by the mind.


The mind will question, where the spirit believes,

Selfish, pessimistic, it will condemn, where the spirit

Exudes faith.


Thus, the mind and spirit, together co-exist, often

Inflicting doubt on each other, but you, my friend,

Whom do you listen to?

In Search of Peace

I have seen the wildest of dreams,

I have seen,

What marks the cycle of Genesis, etchings

Of our forefathers, their footprints gleaming

In the sands of time.


I have seen temples, mosques and churches

I have seen them full, thronged with believers

Who would worship these idols of stone, or

Probably some material drawn from the earth

I look at these, these lifeless beings, adored

By one so many, and shake my head and

Laugh at their folly.


Perhaps it’s their belief that breaks my laugh,

It’s that faith, that mocks my mockery, and

Disturbs me, sending me on a vexed path,

Who do you believe in? I ask myself,

When life seems to tread a-weary, and the

Way ahead be full of thorns, whom do you

Go to? To whom do you pray? Who gives you

The assurance that the end will be bright?

They are laughing at me.


I’m sorry, my Lord, but I don’t see you

Neither do I hear, smell or feel you, I know

You’re out there somewhere, probably laughing

At all of us, me , for my foolish thoughts

And the others who have made you into an idol

Or probably another human being, or themselves

Your image, and you the King of Heaven,

But you know the truth.


You know our deepest, darkest secrets, you made

Us, didn’t you? Haha, you remain silent, invisible

For you know, that the human nature is such,

That thinks of everything else, passes judgement

On every other life, apart from itself, for it is

In us, that we have to look, to seek answers

That we seem not to have.


I hear you laughing.


We live young, we live free

Unbound and unhindered

We run like the wind,

In burning fields, set alight

By the merciless sun.


We speak and we dream,

Of becoming the phoenix

Rising from the ashes,

Of our trouble and toil

Lost in our personal reverie.


We break the shackles

Of societal imposition

And live for ourselves,

For our worth, we know

Lies not in foreign perception.


Often we are lost,

In gloomy fogs that threaten

To engulf and suffocate

Give us a light, a gleaming guide

And we will find our path.


Often we run away,

And seek shelter in caves

Of darkness and despair,

Give us love, and we will know

That we were never really alone.


We are young, we are free

Lost in our very own reverie

We fight, we fall and then

We get up again and laugh,

Laugh at the madness of it all.