A little less wonderful

Away from my heart's desire
I plan my days waiting to be admired.
My every step is for a walk in the rain
But i falter them on the puddles of drain.

When I had the chance to make a choice,
I was afraid of my weak inner voice.
I took the easier way to agree to what they say.
And I ended back being someone I hate.

Here I pray for the lovely days.
I want to play in sand, drench in rain.
No more sorrow, not this hollow,
Forget the past, there is tomorrow.

We make mistakes before we reach our fate.
We fall back down before its not even late.
We don't ever see that we're not the only ones
To feel the pains of being a failed someone.

So be brave and muster up the courage,
To face everyone who thinks you're not so great.
Cause its not over till your life's actually over.
You'll have your day when luck's in your favour.

When you open up your arms to the world,
It will welcome you back with a greater joy.
So now hug the very moment of being
a little less wonderful human  being.

The Givers

The picture book of a handful dreams;
The diaries full of things we wished;
The scribble on the newspaper faces;
The building castles out of lego pieces.

Placing our fears in the hands of two,
wanting to grow up a little too soon;
Before we know how to think up wise,
we struggle to make our choices right.

But as they say we learn as we falter,
we hurry back to our little warm shelter;
Because even the plants die without warmth,
the showers of love and the home soil charms.

We may follow the world to become old and wise
but in our roots is all the conditioning we may find;
Cause when we were young our little fingers did hold,
the hands of two lifelong givers with a heart of gold.

On the Edge

I see what I shouldn't see.
In that place that I shouldn't be.
Can you balance yourself midair
When you are halfway falling off the cliff.

A step ahead half hanging,
A foot back on the edge.
The lust of the fall to the ground
A hate for the old self not proud.

A wish to be wiser,
Curiosity of the unseen
To look for a place brighter.
A place where I've never been.

A greed bigger than that of money
A love deeper than for a honey.
A cliff steeper than any  skyscraper
A contract with the ripper.

A place of knowing, a place of the unknown
A root deeper than it should have grown.
A moment of freedom, a moment of death.
A moment of placing a life on bet.

A time for reflection, a time for deflection
A time for total introspection
A time for the shore, a time for the sea
A time to catch it before it's free.

The Rotting Book

I had ambition; all I have now is desperation.

My goals were larger than life, never to be real.

A dream carried on too far, nothing I ever feared.

Stories spun in my head like a child's imagination.

I thought of weaving threads through the clouds

before they could ever burst out loud.

I pictured the leaves without any branches

and gave them all the colours I wanted.

But no one wants the leaves non green

or the clouds to be tamed by a needle thin.

A beggar’s clothes must never be clean

and the world must always be cruel and mean.

I tried to push the buttons but had no luck with the current.

I picked up a pencil to draw but all I had was a damp paper.

I tried to swim but my limbs stopped moving out of panic.

My house was on fire but I merely watched it falling.

I was told as a young one that dreams make up your life.

So I dreamt like I had every chance for it to come alive.

But I wasn't warned about the possible externalities.

So here I am passing my days without any clarity.

I chose to tread on this path myself

when I had the will to walk away.

I pick up the pages falling off the shelf

of my life's book that is rotting away. 

liberated

Today I can be a flower, as colourful, as shiny from the pearly dew.
Today I can sing my songs of life as birds soaring high do.
Today I can gallop as the wind embraces me, running fast to glory.
Today I can dance to the beat of my heart as a tribe to the drum will.
Today I find solace in the depths of the ocean as an agile fish.
Today I am floating above the ground as I found the one in me.
Today I open up my layers to set free the lights within.
Today the roaring of trees sounds lower than the echo of my voice.
Today the day is bright but I feel ignited enough to light up the streets.
Today I have in grip my will to start the journey of courage within.
Today I can travel across the land to find my temple of worship.
Today is the very day to liberate myself from the world and me.

Never Too Late

Lately it feels like there is enough reason to wait
and hold your faith in life's intention to create
days of sweat that shine like diamonds
on your forehead after days of  hard work.

Your heart's throbbing anticipating the outcome.
Expecting a win when chances of loss are handsome.
In patience you wait,
for you believe in fate.
Each victory gives the path forward.
Each loss opens newer gates.

If sailors stopped looking for land
after their many a failed attempts.
If saints shook their faith
in the powers above
when their countless prayers
were left unanswered for.

What would become of their life
if the had lost their fire.
What to live for if not to fulfil
their unfulfilled desires.

Like an injured horse left with a last race.
Like an old man working at a dying age.
Gain up the courage to regain
your passion, your dreams, it's never too late.

You and Me

Before it ends and we say goodbye,
hear my words for one last time.
For you know it is not by choice,
we are together by god's voice.

I know you feel strangled
of the worries that might become
true if our world sees the struggle
that we may face once we're one.

But do they know our breath and soul
are so tied to each other,
that through pain we learn and grow
making each other better.

They say we're not the best suited
cause of the way we're rooted.
But only we have the right to decide
whether to live together, or die.

Its not easy to find a soul
as similar in thought, as pure
Cause the way you see me, you hold
a thousand promises, a world unexplored.

The first time we were together,
we knew they won't be easy to convince.
But we never cared about them then,
so why now, after all this time.

So what matters is you and me.
Our love as deep as the sea still.
So lets take this onward journey
And hold our faith in heaven's will.