Optics

crossing over the winds of blur, over some silence. when eyes cannot see, hearts beat loud..

as sense, here we are, what gives palette of colors - that dusts would glare in light

crawling though, over, optical rays,

summoning senses..


Here we are, amidst winds.
Still
In silence
Glaring
Optics

Silhouette

In an endless silence hovering this emptiness
lying at night, with mere reflections of
what has transpired, and what will become
of tomorrow, with all this silence around

It kills like a spade, like a wind with no soul
How can be such this emptiness,
make me feel more, of a vacuum
so hallow, so shallow, I'm a shadow

Until the sunshine lay its rays
will petals move up again
until that tomorrow when sunrise beams the day
life will begin again.

How

How would my words begin...

...when all the words I wanted to say..
Are too much to be said for a day...

If I asked the sun, to bring you light,
and warmth when it's cold,

If I asked the stars to cover your dreams,
the moon to set things right..

If I catch the morning dewdrops,
and keep them all,

--that I may catch the words...just right--


It took a lifetime,
...staring from this distance,
And it takes another,
...to utter the words

Longing for that moment,
..when every feeling inside
would come to live, like a newborn


How else would my words begin...

..it takes a lifetime, to tell it so
when the only words I wanted to say...

Are all the words I needed you to know...