Redemption

There is a path for all that lives
Yet no one follows the righteous

I’ve committed sins, been led astray
By those, I’ve loved ever timeless

I can keep digging my way to hell
Because it seems all too familiar

Perhaps, it’s not late to atone, so
Now I opt a path to help recover

But I will not leave my darkness
As it’s the only home I’ve known

And I’ll again find courage to love
A feeling, I’m determined to hone.

 

Outlandish

It is the fire that consumes me;
It is an inexplicable love,

It is the rain that calms me;
It is a melody from above.

It is the wind that humbles me;
It is everywhere and nowhere,

It is the sand that fuels me;
It is the artistry of nature.

I’m consumed by what I am,
I’m calmed by a riotous noise,

I’m humbled through arrogance,
I’m fueled by what is in poise.

I’ve much cherished the mystifying,
I’ve heard the unreal symphonies,

I’ve been moved by the inevitable,
And I’ve hailed the epiphanies.

Crossroads

Life’s unending conflict remains
How long shall I function with it?

The want differs from what seems best
Its outcome remain unknown yet

I have tried to devise a right path
To outdo hindrances and despair

My countless sins put me to shame
Oh, how low could I bow in prayer?

How fortunate would’ve life been
If one found both love and work

So neither one make his work, love
Nor would one make his love, work

Poor am I to divide my attention
Some for love, and some for work

All I fear is; through exhaustion,
I may just stop pursuing this quirk.

Selfish Love

The day I wrote all my confessions to her
I knew she was it, the love of my odd life

There is a certain elegance to herself
In order to contain her in words, I strife

It’s only her smile that can overwhelm me
I’m moved every time she gazes up at me

It’s hard to fathom how I could love again
Even when universe keeps depriving me

They say a mortal can only take enough
But the soul loves, and isn’t soul eternal?

I dearly wish she loses to me her heart
So that my win at love can be immortal.

Requiem

Old friend, I am writing to you again
The infamous tale of squandered love

To have my denial broken by myself
To have accepted past for my behove

To have grown into a man of honor
To have embraced the code of chivalry

To have been reborn like a bird of myth
To have caught lies of nightly reverie

Lost myself in this chronic transition
I regret the love wasted, in-between

Who knew life can just be happy or full
If only the great men ere had foreseen

As humbled as I have become due this
I’m failing to see the point of these rhymes

So old friend, do tell me what is better
Death, endured once or a zillion times?

The Void

Spending years without making memories
Telling oneself it won’t matter due arrogance

Believing that growth isn’t chronological,
That time can be skipped, avoiding aberrance.

Not knowing it may cause emptiness in soul
A void, that is indeed older than the time

A man must embrace past to move forward
The way, roots grow first to build the stem

Because somethings have a higher meaning
And if past is unembraced, then it plagues

The time gone by is a dangerous thing if
Ignored, it doesn’t catch up, it overtakes.