A Lost Memory

I had seen it bloom
I had seen it begin
I had seen it rise

Yesterday, I watched the dawn break;
Today, I indulged in the hues that it coloured

But each day I struggle
And each day a part of me dies
And yet I walk; I try

Now, I live in a forgotten world
Where I have forgotten you
And you have forgotten me

I do not recall how it was to see you
When I look at you I know we had shared goodbyes
We had hoped that when we meet again
We will remember where it all began

But now when I glimpse into your eyes
All I find is… a question
I see you questioned.
I hear you question.
A piercing, throbbing, searching question:

"Who are you?"
I think you have forgotten
And so have I

A Wish

Up and beyond, into the starlit sky I gaze
What I wish to see, I cannot tell

Perhaps...it's the stories of old
that I wish to behold?

Perhaps...I wish to see their stories of love
painted on that vast canvas above me?

Perhaps...I wish to look far and beyond
till I enter that realm of reality
from this abode of dreams and truly live...

Perhaps...I wish to live in Tomorrow
I wish to rest today and when I rise at dawn
I wish it wont be 'today' but instead 'Tomorrow'...

All I wish to know is if I am safe...
in the heavens above, because I fear;
I fear to rise one morn
and forsake all wishes and only mourn...

But nay!

The Almighty has given us all this beautiful gift of hope -
A tiny light flickered in the heavens yesterday
Didn't you see?
I woke up from a dream and lo behold!
What a scene my eyes had seen!

Nay! I will not give up!

You wish me to be blind!
But, alas, I will not be so!
How can I?
When I have been given sight from the heavens above
Of what lies far across,
across the heavens, across the oceans,
and far beyond...

From the Shadows

Strolling on a lonely pathway was a lone rider
The cacophony of sounds fading into the background
Thoughts reverberating within the strider,
Pace reflecting the burden with which he was bound

Dark clouds descended, the gaze of the moon hovered
Stillness swept over the Earth and all fell quiet.
It seemed as if the entire landscape had surrendered
To the clutches of a dark, hopeless, cruel plight

His greatest fear once again whispered aloud
The far cries of a long forgotten battle resounded
Once again he feared defeat, once again he vowed:

Thou cannot cage me again,
Not now when I have learned to fly!

Thou cannot tear me apart by your inflictions,
Not now when I have learned to endure!

Thou cannot weaken my certitude,
Not now when I have learned to trust!

Thou cannot plunge me into darkness,
Not now when I have known many dawns!

Thou cannot bereft me of hope once again,
Not now when I have learned to dream!

I have known what lies in the depths of the abyss!
Never will you know another path into the shadows
Because I have known all, and from all I was delivered!

In the End

Between moments and during intervals
I pause, I breathe, I reflect, I marvel.

Often times I strain to see through
The blazing darkness that hinders my view

So I close my eyes and feel the rhythm
The rhythm of life and the beats of my heart

Garbed in a cloak of darkness, I shamble forward
Groping and stumbling, I tremble, but I move onward

Hidden from the rest and even from self
Quietly, ever so quietly, it descends from above

Peace.

Like a silent pleasant breeze
Oh what a relief it brings, this peace!

No easy journey this is, they say

Aye, it isn't if you don’t know the way

Hear, hear this piece of sudden epiphany:
Tears of pain are few but of joy there *will* be many!

A Moment of Solitude

The star scattered sky
The moon gazing from up high
The gallant clouds and the silent breeze
Darkness grows and the world comes to a cease.
She sits on the window sill
Staring at the world that’s still
Deep within her, she hears a whisper
A strange question, a long-sought prayer:

Where do I belong?
Wading across the ocean of doubt and confusion
Stranded, lost and forlorn, she looks beyond the delusion
As reality is not what is seen but that which is hidden
Her agony deepens, but she awaits for that which is bidden
A whisper that quivers her soul:

When will I be whole?
Her soul has been shunned for too long
Imprisoned with chains too strong
For long she had chased the outside world
And silenced the world within.
Abandoned, it lied buried deep
Its whispers she chose not to heed
Now, in dire need, she is left with only one voice
So she listens as she has no choice:

When will I be free?
Every morn brings the same silent struggle -
The search for an answer beyond all hurdles
To reach into the depths of darkness
And rekindle that extinguished light
To lift the veil of incertitude
And behold The Favor in gratitude
To silence the subtle evil whisper
And feel that pleasant zephyr
To break free from her agitation
And rejoice at her liberation.