Happy Halloween to all my Word Press friends, even though Halloween is one holiday that I don’t like…
… People say that they all know me!
Friends, families, close or far, in chain or free.
Yet no one goes further deep,
To see what I endure when I weep!
… Within me, thousands upon thousands live…
Each await the grand entrance, can you believe?
But no one has ever met me, it is true!
How sad, but oh, so sad, so blue.
… I have an unwritten novel inside;
Waiting to be written with pride.
There are songs, music, poetry inside me,
Waiting to be begun with glee!
… No one wants to know the truth, I guess!
Their loved ones, strangers in darkness.
Yet they take the chance of losing me.
Not thinking the danger in this tragedy!
… Will someone take the time,
To discover, to read my rhyme?
That deep inside the person they see,
Lies much more deeper than me!! …
With all twist and turn of life, I can
answer the flowers’ questions with smile!
With approach of sunset, I can
sit behind the window to see the sunrise.
In dark and long nights, I can
think about crowd that once were with me.
With approach of dark thoughts, I can
share my secrets with trees.
With praying for humans all around, I can
stay alone with my disturbed soul.
With coming of old age, I can
Walk where home is, think about grandpa’s trees!! …
Air holding a cool chill
The color of my face, like a rose, steal!
As the cold passes fast
I run to a far place at last.
My feet become lost in clumps of leaves
Fallen freshly from autumn trees.
The sunset still in wombs.
A childish laughter escape my lips
Rolling in new found freedom to keep.
Twigs, scattered leaves cling to my hair.
I feel not wanting to leave, don’t dare.
I hold on to a hand
Together we smile on that land.
We felt enslaved.
Holding hands to pair
As the moon vivaciously flair!! …
… How is it to walk through the everlasting waves of pain?
How is it to cry for the vanished power to live again?
Not wanting to take this tempest soul back to grave,
For the burning blast comes from cosmic wave…
… In the heat of summer, climatic souls burn;
Like that of human flesh in places so stern.
Would you know then who you are?
Would you know then where you are?
… When you speak to me, forever be true!
Do angels or demons rip your mind from you?
There is no naked thoughts left to rest,
When your soul comes down to give the last test!
… As body shakes not, and mind does quiver,
Crying in vain for love lost, like wasted from giver.
Awaiting hell that you glimpse with a look,
Knowing the soul has closed the last book!! …
… Oh. my heart…
I can’t hold back my tears.
I can’t run or hide from my fears.
All through day and night, I am at sight
Of everyone who tries to tell me what is right!
Another scene of the day, I cry all though the night;
Cry out in pain to fight off what might!
… Oh, my heart…
Someone says, “Trust in me!”
Other says, “Don’t worry, be free.”
The third comes, “There is no pain tomorrow!”
The fourth says, “I am her to ease your sorrow.”
Another says, “Keep you hand in mine!”
Then saying continues, “I won’t let you down, do shine!”
… Oh, my…
When the darkness covers the earth
People who live at night
Stay awake to see the light
To look at unreachable light at far
To be patient for nearing spring
And leaving of dreadful winter!
They take us to where we’ve never seen!
They tell us the secret of flowers and trees
They tell us how to be in love of running water in streams
They never are silent
Stars call on streams
They can hear the call of stars
They find a laughter, a tear, a kiss
They listen to the beauty of sounds
They inhale the fresh air
So they don’t break the peace
So they break the death!! …