too late..

i wish i had a dream
i can tell you about
then maybe you will want
to come with me at night
when only solitude usually fills
my soul with warmth

i wish i could tell you
that the rainbows have set
in the east, across a forlorn window
in my room, then locked
with the ripples that
the rain has left,
together we can swim
an ocean with flaming tides

i wish i could name
all the stars for you
from which you can choose
your company when
no one else heeds your call
maybe, you will find me
wrestling a shadow
that wouldnt leave

i wish i could tell you
i dreamt
there is forever
before time

but i have raced
my youth too fast
i've got no time now
and these dreams arent
mine...

to do note..

i would like to write you a poem

a short one will do the trick i guess

it need not be a classic

it just needs to let you know

that, on mornings when i find no reason

to wake, i remember your smile

i can almost taste it's sweetness

on my lips, tho i never felt you close

that, in a day faced with difficulties

just when im about to give up

i hear your deep voice, chuckling

teasing, telling me i'm being silly

prodding me to move on...

and that

at nights, when nightmares scare

i read your poems, and rest

my world in your little dreams

caress my fears with your soft words

close my eyes so i can share your bliss

i would like to write you a poem

no, it's not that i've fallen in love with you

in fact, i dont understand what love is

i just would like to write you a poem

one day, when i know

what too, a poem means

what the ashes took

there used to be a twig that he watered every day

where she now stands, he'd come and ask

can we pray for that twig to be another tree

than what we know it is gonna be?

she'd laugh each time and his face will turn sad

uttered words in hurt or shame - don't laugh at me mom!

pulling him close to her always does the trick

he'll flash that smile again and go praying for his tree

the white ash that fell softly at first on their roof

that too brought him delight, jumping excited, running around

it must be the snow! we may be blessed this year to have it!

and he just wont stop shouting with joy, thanking his god

until they felt the ashes burn their skin

until they felt their breaths choked

until they found out they waited too long

until they knew anything else would be too late

the ashes buried half the town, and killed half their lives

there used to be a twig where she now stands

and he used to be there to water it everyday with his smiles

she sat where the twig was, it too was just a child

there used to be a smile where the twig was..

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...

i want silence

to prevail over rage

i want reason

to win over fear

i want to remember

bliss, as i leave

will you be my smile tonight?

distant

i was watching them, in celebration of life

dreams reminisced when they still were

a gulp away from their realities

intoxicated they seemed

wine spattered as tosses were thrown

high, boisterous laughter resounds

as my spirits drenched in spills

of left overs, or were they memories?

of the dreams i used to have

i hear their voices, nothing but

mere echoes of a chant of the past

they carry me in whirl so fast!

i lost count of the turns, yet

they go on..and on..and

i hear their laughters, fading

now...soon they'll leave

as if they've never come

and i'll remain, not that

it matters...

no goodbye

there wont be

too many moonlights

i'd see

the dawn has tired

coming for me

i dont want to

leave, but i will

before you knew

read my poems

will you?

make my words live

in your heart

far more than i had