A Stream Of Silver

A stream runs
Not deep but long

Towards far, far away.
Passing through, passing across
Never to stop or stay.

A stream so clear
Glistening and pure
Revealing its path under.
Gliding over both big and small
T'is a tiny crystal wonder.

And flown, it has
For all this time
Through the dark and light.
And seen, it has, many a moons
Glowing in the starry night.

Not one knows
Of its origin
Nor anything of its end.
For it is a stream of tears of
A soul unable to mend.

Moments

Passes each moment
From the Sun to the Moon
A thousand clouds soar past
Shifting shapes over shifting sand dunes.

Passes each moment
Into a Void, never to return.
'Tis ours, a memory to keep
Of a blessing or a curse.

Passes each moment
Places, people and things.
Some lost,
Some held and
Some found.

Through the Black Hole and Back

The curtain is raised
Time for show
All is glossed and shone
Life begins, drama unfolds.

Is it so uncertain?
Is there a new dawn or shall fall the curtain?
Is every day a miracle?
Don't you know, life is a Karmic Circle?
What is left to Destiny?
When actions have caused suicidal tyranny?

A show of class and perfection
Yet lies a gaping hole
Apparently so evanescent
A black hole back to square one.


Is it so uncertain?
Is there a new dawn or shall fall the curtain?
Is every day a miracle?
Don't you know, life is a Karmic Circle?
What is left to Destiny?
When actions have caused suicidal tyranny?

Tainted within, bright outside

Mistakes overlooked, Left to

Crumble and wither

Or a gracious bow at Curtain Fall.

P.S.: This picture belongs to Opacity; refer "The Inspirations" column on the right, Thank You.

Lost In Nowhere

The Ballad Of  Semerwater has always been an  all  time  favourite poem of mine. And so, here is what I've written  inspired by this classic.

Deep  asleep, Deep  asleep

Deep  asleep it lies

A lost light of a golden sight 

Dead and cold as ice.

And many a fathom, Many a fathom 

Many a fathom below

Within  a soul,  unlike  a ghoul

It yearns again to glow.

For once upon

This light lived

Lived through joy and sorrow

With  hope at heart, no one to part

In fear of today nor tomorrow.

And yet there came a day so sad

Of a folly to caste its despair.

And  so,

The shining  light and the golden sight 

Were destroyed beyond repair.

The shining light of the golden sight

lie deep asleep in Nowhere.

Opium

I stand tall on a mountain top

Green is all I see.

There stands a castle dark

Atop a second hill.

With warmth of a young heart

On I walk ahead.

Each step I take fills

Me up with escalating joy

For I see the Blue Lotus

Or is it the Grim's buoy?

Crave as I do for

My prize I reach the Gates.

As its bolts thunder

My gaze widens for what awaits.

Once on the other side I am

I don't believe all I see.

There lies every treasure one

Can ever need.

The smells, colour and sounds

Are all above I know.

And so I lay upon

Grass so soft as snow

In my silver hazy dream 

Of golden rivers that flow.

At an hour dark I seek

What I yearn the most

Coming across my love

Mortified into a ghost.

Rooted to the ground I watch him

Wither away to dust

Screams, tears, sorrow and pain I

Wish I could feel.

But I am benumbed by such Opium

In my fields forevermore.