Sleep

Sleep my child it is time to rest
You did well, you survived the time to test
Now close your eyes and reach out to your dream
There are no more bonds that bind you here

Sleep and lay your head down in peace
You have made me proud
You were one of a kind and shall be that way
Now close your eyes and let your mind stray

Sleep let not your thought bother
Fear not you will not be forgotten
We were together in gloom and glory
Forgetting you will be forgetting part of myself

Sleep put your mind to rest
All the pain will fade away
All the worries will be gone
The path ahead for me is still fresh
I will see you at the end of it.

A Travellers song

This group of cluttered travelers have sung their songs.
Their caravan moves to another patch.
It is between this journey I make an acquaintance,
Begging them for one more soft tune.
I chase their shadow upon my steed.
Following the well laid path ahead of me
In hope of hearing a melody
That will quench a traveler’s thirst
I look up to their silver lining
They look like enlightened Saints.
Smiling gently on the earth below
On the shadows of their massiveness
The smile slowly became a song
The trees were forced to join along.
Fragrance of wet earth was invigorating
The moment was enshrined with a span of a lifetime

Dream

Give me a Dream that I can follow
Give me a cloud that I can chase
All that I had were eaten away
By life’s monotony and abuse

To sacrifice there are many
But every hero needs a dream to embrace
I have the desire to succeed
But not the direction
Dazed and dazzling in my place I am
Petrified when I see ahead
A dark and gloomy place
Filled with lost souls
One not distinct from another.

Outside my window

Faint light struggling through the thick clouds
Falling on damp roads spreading laziness, contagious it is
The earth seems green and content, the sky willing to give more
Light drizzle with a few spouts of energy
As steady as practicing Singer on a new song
Always stammering but not stopping
Gust singing at a steady tempo.
Gently lifting the falling spirits, teasing the leaves and grass alike
Pausing after every sprint.

Stay as a Dream

Times were amiss, uncertainty all around.
Buzzing all over, busy lives and living
In a chore by time, an instant unwished.
A flash of an image, a moment of bliss.


It has rained on this parched earth,
The patches of dust washed from the windows
Give the glimpses of dreams missed.
And Sights of the ones to come

Stay as a dream, because you cannot be more beautiful then you are

Giving me a smile every time I slumber

Stay as a trance, because you cannot as sweet smelling as you are

Giving me strength every time I lag

Stay as a hallucination, because you cannot be as gentle as you are

Holding me every time I fall.

Stay as an illusion, because you cannot be as graceful as you are

Hopping around in my mind like a doe.

Stay as a fantasy, because you cannot make me happy as you are

Pulling my leg and smiling it off.

Stay as a phantasm, because you cannot be as perfect as you are

Giving me faith in Gods ability.

Stay as a spirit and aspiration, a piece of my imagination,

Pulling me together when I fall apart.
Never become real.

Memories

Times flows, moments float away.
A few of them fade, a few fuel rage.
A handful of them leave crevices which mark the values of life.
They leave memories like beautiful pictures, a few nifty moments designed by time.


A few firsts, a few hard ones
A few tears, a few disappointments.
A few laughs, a few struggles.
A few for many but unique to each one.


They are lived only once, but relived every moment,
We carry them around like our pots of gold
Selfishly cherished, but shared a lot.
The heavier they are, the lighter they feel.


They come to you when you need them most,
At times of need they give hope.
One small thought of these and then everything seems so different.
All black patches appear a little whiter

Just a picture

The Bridge stands like a old monument,
Thousands have not passed since it was built,
But it stands in memory of all those who stand on it.
A small punishment for the amount of pleasure it gives to be there.
Take a step and it creaks, take two more and it sings.
It follows the same notes as your foot steps.
The nails tell stories, the wood bear’s silent witness.

The autumn river flows underneath,
The ice slowly looses the battle to keep the water in.
The columns of shapeless fluid gently caress the ice and rock
Taking along with them more of those who want to be free.
It peeps through the ice windows and then gushes out into a gentle stream.
It flows away to meet its dream.

The trees around are wiser than the bridge,
Many a sunrise they have seen and many they will see, each one the same but yet so different.
In autumn they stand bare, ready to put on new attire.
Each one a monument, each one with a story.
Nature toys with them but cherishes them.
And the leaves fall from the autumn trees,
Leave their pedestals to gently swing into a monotonous rhythm.
Dancing for every gust, swaying for every beat
Like a dancer to a drum beat.
And then it ends like all good things must.
It sways down and gently kisses the water and lands like a tired child on a bed.
It swims away effortlessly