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the golden tree

I dreamt of a gold tree
so high it reaches the heavens,
though by then, i said it reaches the sun
for the tree is so gold above
that it seems to be burning
bright by the kiss of the sun.

Everyone must seem to travel that tree
climbing it till the top is reach
but that i realized is a dangerous pursuit
so i asked my comrades
if that is how it really should be
and to my dismay they all agree.

So when no one’s looking
I blessed the tree by the name of all names
since the tree though beautiful with its goldness
does not possess even a single leaf on its branch
So I prayed, and I prayed really hard
that whoever travels by that tree, will not met even a single scratch.

The prayer must have worked
because in a short while they all returned
all people i have met in my whole life
converged together with sunbeams on their faces
and not, may i say,
possesses a single scratch.

With great relief, i uttered a silent praise
and thanks to the name i whispered to the tree
only then i realized that I alone haven’t climb the tree
for I cannot, and must never, climb that tree,
and on my right hand I saw the scratches I bore,
with blood, that would never heal.

(Written on 03/24/2013)

Poetry, Random Thoughts, Writings

At first you see the signs

At first you see the signs
The coldness of the wind
The darkening of the sky above you
The tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach
Uneasiness,
Irregular heartbeat,
Like something is about to happen
But no matter what you think
You couldn’t put a finger on it.

Then suddenly, you will hear something,
A distant rumble, like a murmur,
And you will try to brush it off
Until it gets louder and louder
And there’s no mistaking it,
You’re hearing the Thunder.
You block your ears,
But it’s too late.
The Thunder had already pierced your being.

After the shock,
You go back to whatever you’re doing,
And you realize it is your fault.
You definitely must have seen the Lightning
Even before the Thunder right?
But then you choose to ignore that brief moment
That moment when out of the corner of your eyes
The pink-white lightning strikes the sky
After all, how can your favourite color be something bad?

When you realize what is happening
Or what is about to happen
You tried to rush
You tried to pray
For the rain to not carry on
But right after you stop praying,
Like pebbles being poured to a bottle
You hear the first drops of the rain.
And you sigh.

Then, you hear a voice in your head that says,
“You could stop this rain, any rain, even a storm.”
And you answer, “Yes, I know that.”

But even so,
Even if I could make the rain stop
Even if I wish to make the rain stop
I won’t.
I won’t make the rain stop now.

(Written on 07/22/2011)

Poetry, Random Thoughts, Writings

Undone

That day,
I wish I didn’t cry
For my tears are cursed
And whoever is the cause
Is doubly cursed.

Poetry, Random Thoughts, Writings

Be assured then

He believed in me
When I did not believe in myself
He saw something in me
That I myself did not see
He said “I know you can be this and that…,”
While I contented myself on being second place.

I wish you were here
But you were with me yesterday
When I said I couldn’t
When I said I don’t know how
When I locked myself at the cubicle
You were there, your memories
I never thought those memories
Would be something someday
You know how I despised those memories.
I thought you were just seeing the surface.
But I was mistaken.
You saw something far greater than what I saw.
You have said the right words
At a much advanced time.

I will never forget you, please know that,
Even if someone else is making me smile.
Even if I am thinking of someone else before I sleep,
You know that when I woke up,
It is you that I vainly try to search for my dreams.

People always asked,
“Can you love two people at the same time?”
And I always said no,
You will love the other,
The other you will lust.
Be assured then, that
It is you that I love.

Poetry, Random Thoughts, Writings

Too late

(A poem on suicide)

Red, puffy eyes
Broken wings
Shattered dreams
No one cares.

Conformity
Sucked up life
A living dead
No one cares.

Suffering heart
Depression strikes
Exhausted soul
No one cares.

Getaway plot
Expressed desire
Reluctant decision
Still, no one cares.

A slit in the wrist
An overthrown chair
Or a high-rise escape
It doesn’t matter, no one cares.

Following day
A grey afternoon
Everyone cares
The dead doesn’t.

Poetry, Random Thoughts, Writings

The Love-Wish Chant

    When the darkness from above reigns,
    and the silver princess and her trinkets dance,
    when Eyes from the North
    and Eyes from the South
    meets without meeting
    A precious wish is granted.

    A precious wish is granted
    when Hands from the East
    and Hands from the West
    commands without commanding
    and two silver pennies journey
    to the darkness from below who surrenders.

    The One cannot exist without the One
    and the two must be One,
    not in body but in mind
    and heart and in soul
    even for a single twinkling
    Only then can a wish be fulfilled.

    For when One wished, and One doubted,
    when Eyes from the North looked
    but Eyes from the South slumbered,
    when Hands from the East commanded
    but Hands from the West faltered,
    A precious wish would remain a wish but never granted.

The Endless Knot

Poetry, Random Thoughts, Writings

Eye of the Storm

    My mind is pretty quiet today
    And I’m enjoying it.
    STILLNESS.
    I feel relaxed.
    Maybe because, I’m sick.
    And my body needs to rest,
    And my mind
    Being a jealous item,
    Decides to quiet for a while.
    I love it.
    Yet,
    It has a downside
    That is,
    I couldn’t write
    Without all those bubbling noises
    Inside my head.