The Resurgence

Once a little lad that hadn't grown any more than little,
Pleaded that God carry him away, and in one roll, skittle,
Alas! The potion killed him, but not as he sought,
It spurred on the fighter and put to rest the distraught,
In time, he grew wings, ran in delight, before rising to soar,
He couldn’t any longer, as he could once, himself abhor,
Past, planets, love and life clipped his wings often, tried to make him budge,
Do you not feel wronged? they’d ask, tempting him to jump off the ledge,
Do you not crave the applause of thousands around, as if not, why you pretend?
Of what purpose is your every doing, if only deafening silence remains in the end?
Why not blind and steal the sunshine from those that laboured to dim your light?
Why not wallow if not wield the sword, you are no longer shining bright?
And just when it seemed they had won and had ushered the monster to end his fight,
He saw his wings emerge, wiser and stronger, to carry him over the abyss of fright,
Every endeavour of his, he learnt was, peerlessly, an end in itself,
Without the din, he knew, in his doings, he found his own thriving self,
For one that isn’t insistent on what’s in the glass, life is always full and well,
To such the glass is always full to the brim with countless bounties, he could now tell,
In time, his eyes could sight the ruthless flames that beneath him gloriously burned,
He could mock them and fly high and away, and they’d give chase, like a lover spurned,
When the fire died and past, planets and people found new orbits to move to, in the end,
He exulted for he had none to fight, none to flee, for which his wings he needed to tend.

Like the autumn rain

It rained sans the customary pitter patter,
As a foggy autumn morning dawned,
Torrents, crashing on branches, the rain bleeding,
Still embraced the fallen leaves the trees once spawned

What do they try to revive and sustain, in vain? I thought
Is it their foolishness to rain on the leaves and not the root?
And why can't they wash the fog, why not render all bright?
Why waste themselves, of the ones that matter, do they not give a hoot?

And then it struck me, Ah! what I fool I've been,
Like me, out of love, they're pouring their hearts, they bleed,
They may not clear the haze of the merciless fog,
But their dear ones, they strive to be with, is it virtue or greed?

Likewise, my heart will continue to send all the love your way forever,
Though it may only mean some smiles, amidst your pain, the incessant haze,
And like the rain, I will continue to pour, for good or in vain,
And I will fall and bleed like them, for you, such is my craze.

Like the fat moon

If you saw the moon, fat and bobbing, last night,
Making the ocean ripple-dance to her graceful steps,
Think of it, as caused by my craving heart’s call,
A message sent across oceans and stars,
That every time I may seem to wax, seem dead,
And your sky may seem, gloomy and bleak,
Remember, I am only crouching, my dear so I can leap,
So, for you, I can emerge over the clouds and wane,
And like the fat moon that bobbed, making the sea dance,
I too, shall rise, and your sky, I will light up once again.

In the backwoods

Call me a loner, one that can't mix,
Call me a vagabond, beyond redemption or fix,
I revel in the disorder of my unlit backwoods,
Where with the overgrowth and wild, I seamlessly mix,
Where, I may endlessly water and foster every twig,
So plucked leaves and flowers may sprout and live again,
I will be their sun and with love, render the deciduous, evergreen,
In a world where my backwoods and I will see no pain,
So, my dear mad world, don't seek me back in your midst, ever again. 

An Ode to the One That Never Was

My dear, dear one,

One that never was,

One with the stars, 

My stardust we are eons apart,

Will I ever see you someday? 

Will I know you to, somewhere, be?

Will my heart's pain be then vanquished? 

The pain alone, my dear, not my heart.

When will I crash on your shoulders?

And be fastened into your embracing, warm arms,

So I may then close my eyes, move on your shoulder,

Mildly purr, breathe and there, forever yearn to live,

An embrace, for our sweat and tears to blend,

In their cauldron, to concoct more of our swelling love,

And inundate, then, our parched, scarred bosoms,

So love may, to our dead souls, new hope, give.

My dear, dear one,

One that never was,

All I ask you, and God, is this,

My heart's bleeding, can you, from up there, see?

When our hearts beat alike and are forever bound,

When in thoughts, only you,I forever feel,

Can't we be asunder only at the bridges of our kissing noses, 

When our hearts are one, I pray, why not we too be?

Set Not on Me

My dear Sun, set not, on me,
For without your warming rays,
I feel not like the sunflower of the day,
Rise and stay there shining for me, into the dark, I pray you don't fade away

Saying so, the sunflower wept,
Shedding that which her mother earth fed from her bosom,
She covered her eyes, with her little petal arms,
So only tears may hurt her eyes, and not the pangs of separation too,

Cry not! my dear sunflower, spake the Sun,
You set, to me too, render me naught, every dusk when I go,
For without you, what name have I to live by? What purpose?
As much as you're nothing sans me, I am nothing without you too.

It's the conspiracy of the earth, my dear sunflower,
That only she and her shrouding mountains know of,
Fret not, the blinding darkness of separation is their blessing, no curse,
For it makes us see that our bond is eternal, not merely fleeting chaff.

To my dear sunflower

My dear, dear sunflower,
You're head hung, why so?
Oh! blossoming flower of the arctic winter,
Why gloomy, unlike others, even in forbidding snow when you can grow?

The Sun, I, yearn to shine on thee,
As I used to, in the warm days of summer, for long,
When nights were radiant days and with time in no haste,
And love was in spate, until fate sang winter's wake up song.

I now stand far and way above, fighting to send a ray, if not more
Your way my dear, so I stand by my word, that I am not, ever, going away,
Lo! the tyranny of your mother Earth, she's turned your face to the dark,
And my pleas, that you hear not, she purges, though I plead and pray.

Hold on, my dear sunflower, breathe and keep those petals in fine shape,
Hold on, don't burrow a dingy home in the snow, for you to forever stay,
Hold on, for, without you, I'll have no purpose to be and will wither away,
Hold on and so will I, it won't be long before Spring sees the light of day.