why?

why cant i write you a poem?

when i know that the sound of your voice

brought the morning birds soaring to the skies

rejoicing the music they heard, and played

in rhyme with your heartbeat and mine...

why cant i write you a poem?

when i know that the heat of the afternoon sun

melted parched rocks of indifference, when touched

by vision that saw beyond the brown moss

and formed caves where union will be

were all because you have come

why cant i write you a poem...

why wont words come?

why do i just hear love in all songs sung

why do i just smile?

i need to find the answers

i need to tell you i love you

wont you tell me

why?

i love you

i haven't too many

left, to give nor to promise

i've used up dreams

now all expired

from yesteryears

some before, others, during

the many turns i took

i've used up all my rhymes

the strings of my guitar

may no longer hum

strummed pain of the past

has kept them

for a bit too long

mistaking void for solace

thinking silence means peace

come you now

in dazzling calm

and i wish i had some to offer

to match your charm

but all i have are three words

you may have

read so many times

only these three words

to say, in whisper i will

so the wind wont hear

that they may not be touched

and be blown

away from us

i pray them..stay

i hope you will

feel and know how much

giving them i leave myself nothing

still, i wish

tell me

are they enough?

breaking free

if i let the tears fall

tonight

will they be the last?

i will let them flow

till it floods

i shall let the cold seep in

till i am past shivering

till no more i can feel

till my senses turn numb

till my heart stops beating

till my soul feels empty

i will let them flow

till none will come

till the void they fill

of nothingness that shall

flow from memories

to dreams

till yesterday is blurred

and tomorrow unclear

till today is erased

i will let them

flow as would a stream

till they break the walls

of indifference i have built

till they shatter

the glass of illusion

that stands between me

and myself

then make them stop

tell me you will

and then tell me

i shall feel

fear maybe, or even pain

it doesnt matter

just let me

...again

yet, again

i have lost

myself between my own

lines and curves

never made it

sense nor direction

to see an end

not an end but

to end

yet another chapter

of lies and truths remained

misunderstood

or perhaps eyes turned

blind, yet again

the sky painted green

to believe

it will not rain

in piercing jest

the clouds roared

red, love and anger

there!

i have lost

yet, again..

folded photograph

i've kept it

for so long

faded and torn

now it is

as i look

each time to remember

or maybe not

to forget

tears must have

caused colors to melt

in forgotten days

of hope

or love settling for

unmade dreams

prayers hushed

i look back...again

the folds shall soon

cut it to parts

i cannot just watch

let it remain

unfolded...away from me

but whole

for a last night

should i dream

my last tonight

it will be

of no fear

the black and white

of yesteryears shall combine

and a new colour shall be born

that which you can touch

and feel

and smile or cry about

but pain you will

forget...

i dont wish to leave

so many more dreams

i want to make

but i hear a voice

drawing me near

to that dreaded end

a pull so great

i tried

my resistance is

futile...

i cannot bring you

to where i'll go

im not sure if i can return

i'll negotiate somehow

if only for a last time

to sing

in your dreams

should i fail

you will know

my poems...all the good and bad

ones i leave

find me there when

you read

between the lines

in my silence, you... will feel

should i dream my last tonight

hold me dear, hold me tight

believe

im not lost...nor are you

shall find on your morrow

pray and smile

then let me

go...

an old canvas

you

captured my soul

locked in that canvas

you called

dreams..

painted me joy

colours that blazed

and clung unto my skin

ah! they never shall

fade..

and then

a final stroke

drawing lines, broken

though

from end to end

mine, then

yours

the brush stares

now at me, admiring

the beauty you have

made, mine

and i wait..

will you be back?