an easy word is estranged
three mere vowels
with consonants neatly arranged

drops of you
like drops of rain
fall unto me
and take away the pain

when did the water

turn this cold

that no inspiration existed

in your heart of gold

that no light brought day

to this endless night

that our daring dreams

have now lost sight

between all the light
and all the sound
something has just
burnt down to the ground
but how could you see
in so much light
how could you hear
the time was never right

Ultimately, no if, why and when really matters. Ifs don't happen, whys don't really have a reason and when is just a sad marker of the time when things were better. What does matter is who you are, what inspires you, where you're seeing yourself go, and sometimes, who really is listening to you.  

a dirge
always at play
as i dream away my day
a dirge, for the night
that is here to forever stay

if not strong
then one must be weak
because surely, nobody
can lie in between
these two words
created
just created
to glance over
the vitality of the small things
that can have their own god
but still receive no humanly affection
or even a pitiful bit of interest

there sits someone so quietly

deep inside my mind

yet to raise his dark heavy head

but i know his eyes are really kind

he feels so right and homely

made of good memories that we mined

that i'm sure he couldn't be untrue

and i know his eyes are really kind

we wait so willingly for the day 

when i believe that i will find

that he would rise to show me that

his eyes are really that kind

but where lies the day i ask him

when we leave the past behind

and something in him tells me

that he hardly seems inclined

time stops one day so suddenly

as though seeking to leave me in a bind

and i realize as i gaze up at him

that his eyes were never really kind

you died
long before i could save you
in many ways
and long before my days

that color of delight

a moon, even on a moonless night

was that even a color

in her cream diary

i find a yellowed wedding card

with decades of age

and yet, she found it hard to discard           

an indistinct one it was

a few lines in black and red

a sheet of paper, a judgment

tied in auspicious yellow thread

the card once read over and over

slowly moved to its restful place

few months and it was forgotten

in favor of a life waiting for embrace

but life, it never tried to charm her

instead it gave her reasons and grace

and she rose like single green sapling

with wild weeds and creepers to race

with little rain, little sunshine

and still a long way to go

she wilts sometimes and she whispers

that there is nothing for her to show

someone tells her that a slight shore

will soon guard her from waters rough

and hopes that she will someday see

that she has always been a reason enough

stunted branches

once grown to kiss

free from the prison now

begin to miss

the feel of dim light

the enclosed bliss

they grow away and ignore

their familiar abyss

if i may ask

isn't beauty grey

can't we keep a little black

and give some white away?

a single hand

with a single mind

the best of art

the rest can't find

for creation is an act

of a solitary kind

that none can touch

like a spell that only

a single hand can bind

between the crests
he rests
after a tussle
with the waves
when that star gives in
and they are alone in the dark
without the shine
that many think divine
but what light they say what star
what road takes you that far
that a night falls short of dark
and love isn't a lark

cushions on jute

in warm colors

and gold trimmings

that nobody promised

would bring such joy

have already come to rest

in my mind and beneath my chest

like a packet of dreams

tucked away in my closet

what lies

between your sighs

and turns 

when your gaze runs

and flits

when we are away

and cries

when we part ways  

time
it always travels
on its toes
but we don't see it
till it hits the shores
but the waves
they always know within
that the endless shores
will someday give in

on this day
give me a gift
look away from the present
and glance at what has been

look through my eyes
at the man i always see
at the struggles overcome
and the storms yet to recede

and tell me don't you see
what a lesson you've been
to show the world digging gold
what silver can mean

happy birthday, baby! :* 

if today
light were to say to me
why the dark
chased it all the way
i wouldn't
defend the light aflame
for always
i've seen light slut its way in
while the dark
hadn't even tried to begin