will you?

will you write a poem for me?
i am no poet
the pearls you see on my words
are tears that dried in fear
of meeting morrows in darkness
a dying soul, i hear


will you sing a song for me?
no, i cannot sing
not of your beauty nor your love
i've long lost a melody
that led this path to yours
tired feet i have with me


will you dream a dream for me?
i was a dreamer too
till all the hours have ticked by
leaving, me in pained slumber
waiting for this story's end
its start, i don't remember

a promise, yet

one day i will travel your land
on barefoot and naked hands
so i can walk on
where your footprints left and
feel, how the sand scorched
the desire of your soul
and reach
far across the depth of the sea
that kept our dreams afloat

i would have grey hairs then,
i may not even remember your name
my eyes will be too weary to look
for a past, when we tried
where we sought
the winds blew not miracles
when we changed...


i will not try to look for you
i shall not call
on the doves that brought me
your letters, your songs, your poems
are enough to see me through
my last moments
to relive the story we have written
together, to keep a promise ---
i'd live for you
till we end

thank you

for staying on
for not giving up
for trying, for sometimes giving in
for bearing boredom of my endless silence
for braving splinters of my wanton rants
for letting me be in moments of doubts
for reaching in when i close down
for seeing through my saddest frowns
for having words i'd understand
for being,
for everything -- you

for all that we miss

may the candle burn slow
tonight,
as i fumble through
random conversations
of scattered days
and nights
and hours in between,

may the wind come
in whispers,
tonight, as i search
your voice
amongst the ruffling leaves
and your touch
in the warm breeze

may the stars not tire
tonight,
as i trace the last
path we traveled,
the last laughter we had
amongst the living
pebbles and stones
and butterflies

may these tears fail
tonight,
to vanish the smile
you drew in my heart
and a promise
not life can keep
because forever stays
and that's where
you live

there are days and nights...and you

there are days when i am with thoughts only of you, thinking how blessed that reluctant day when you came, just before the sunrise when the clock struck twice, not to an hour but to a call to wake, from nights of chasing dreams, of unweaving tales - fantasies stuck in bitter truth, pills of death i would have swallowed had you not said, hey you, silly you...

there are nights when i catch myself staring at you, thinking how different it would be not to have you... to not be chatting for hours or a few, of things that matter only to us, to not be laughing at crazy jokes or senseless rants, to not be getting the flippant hugs, to not be muffling words in silent hmmmms, to not know i can and will ... with you...

there are times when i look at the mirror and see a smile, scarred as it is, remain in peace with a voice that whispers, i've loved and i'm loved ....and there's you...

a friend

amidst chaos and confusion

where lost souls wander

in paths obscured or forgotten

comes a find, random perhaps

or just fate

and a message

there remains a reason,

there you remained

...and stayed