Thursday, April 8, 2010

Mortal meets immortal

Mortal met mortal
Then dawned a joy immortal
Two hearts singing a sweeter song
As nightingales told a happy story
and mortal sought immortal

Mortal discovered immortal
Twas not a bed of roses immortal
Two pairs of eyes glowing in a brighter sun
As the world did a faster spin
and mortal natured immortal

Mortal aboded in immortal
a breeze of freedom immortal
Two sets of feet walking on greener grass
As the heavens grew to ten
and Mortal Grew Immortal

Until the last star falls from the sky
and the sun ravishes the last drop of the sea
What I feel is forever

Becoming man

Every tear was the last
Every lone walk in the dark
Every stray dog bark
Every beautiful soul
Then you fell again
And the cows came home to calve

Every betrayal was the last
Every heart break
Every sleepless night
Every enchanted word
So you went back again
And the cocks came home to roost

Every lie was the last
Every goodbye
Every bad dream
Every seductive smile
Till you forgave again
And the roof came tumbling down

With every patch the heart grew stronger
With every lie the naive grew wiser
With every hour the boy became man

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Three Tombstones

As I don’t squeeze out my hearts puss to humor all and sundry
I’ll not open it up for the world to smell its scent of roses
I’ll not sing my heart’s song either for at times it turns a dirge
or burst my hearts capsule of emotions lest all know I was all human
And the world will see me now, as it’s always seen me before

As I don’t open my eyes so their flood gates drown the oceans
I’ll keep them wide shut lest their sparkle blind the earth
I’ll not show the pictures my eyes took and risk to scare the timid
or the reel of my eyes record so we all know the world is mean
And the world will see me strong as it’s always seen me before

As I don’t open pages of my life so my foul deeds soil the innocent
I’ll not open them so their wisdom turns the world upside-down
I’ll will not tell my story for sometimes it ends a tragedy
or open the library of my life so the world learns through my lessons of pain
And the world will love me now, as it always done before

And that hour will come to pass
as we gather to lay three white lily wreaths on the three tombstones
Here lies the heart that never learnt to love, the first will read
The eye that saw no evil on the second tombstone it will be written
Here rests a life adored by all and loved by no one, the third tomb will read