THE FINAL EMBRACE

In the enclosed dungeon
shuddering
I lay breathless
suffocating

endlessly here forever
waiting
not to yield 
wanting


hoping for the hopeless
grace
in my destined final 
embrace

I hear the
voices
on the other
shore

the sorrows I
caused
the tears someone
bore

now it's my
heart
to them reaches
out 

yet they know of
nothing
my heart is myrrh
burning

and oblivious to my
prayer
love weeps at my 
door

OF FRAMES AND MINDS

Let  me go on liveth
though not knoweth
thy frame of mind
by me untouched, unscathed 
And yet covered 
in my love
thy frame of mind
yet not knoweth , not cognized

For I shall say 
Great is the benefit
of Doubt , that in peace 
let me lay
Rather  than let me die
in despair
the heart troubleth
and facts knoweth

MOTHER

MY STRENGTH 

IS EBBING AWAY

A PART OF ME 

HAS PASSED AWAY 

I PLAY THE DIRGE

AND SOME CONCIERGE 

WHO CAN CONSOLE ?

MY SORROWED SOUL

HER GOD SENT LOVE

WAS ALL THAT FILLED MY HEART

AND WHATEVER TRIPPED FROM IT

WAS A REMNANT OF THAT

HOW HER LOVE POURED 

INTO MY HEART

GAVE ME STRENGTH

TO SHARE , TO SACRIFICE

OH ! SWEET MOTHER

IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU 

I WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN

CONCERN FOR THE OTHER
                                                                
IT REMAINS FURTHER
TO CHILDREN GATHER

TO POUR A MOTHER'S LOVE

INTO ANOTHER

REMAINS

Read me O reader
that I remain
like a wisp of fog
that once you saw
now no more remain
like a heartrending line
of a story
half forgotten
like haze memory
of a beautiful poem
So much so
at least
in a heart
ever settle
like a sigh
of a dream
that was to remain
A dream

NEARBY

Through the crowds 
I accompanied you
Yet you never knew
The dust  swarmed up 
and still I saw you
The dew drops in winter hue
The sun rays
in the morning blue
and I hovering around you


Through the whispers 
of the wind
My love shall flow
so shall the fading 
sun of evening shore
with the humming waves
and whistling trees
keep telling you
even more

The smile that betrays
the thousand tears
And the moments 
that come after
a thousand years
all have I known
from the depths 
of your heart 
a thousand times

There you are I see 
You may never know
Yet in some dreams
I'll tell you of  tales 
of another door
of which you may
one day  know
for I am your angel
from yesteryore

LOVE LOST

Oh! such pain
letting love slip
out of my palms
how could I've been
so vain, so vain.

Now I cry
over my loss
as I realise
over the love lost
in vain , in vain.

My heart burns
and the tears drain
but futile my despair
and it remains
my pain ,my pain

I drift through
this world
with many like me
hiding the tears
in the rain , in the rain