The News

I wonder if the news has reached you,
Of my heart’s current disposition

For it hopes for you to find me, and
Hasn’t given up on that ambition

It trusts what great men ere have said
And hence it believes love alters not,

Love differs not between life and death,
And in what one seeks is seeking it

Thus, it beats for you same as ever,
It cares not about living or dying

And it knows you are a believer, for
You trust too in the power of seeking

So I wonder if the news reached you
Of my heart’s current disposition

For it knows that you will find me then
And lives on, just for that occasion


The Keeper

Although I do not see you, I love you
If I see you I’d have to see you smile

For no smile is much surreptitious
And no one, have I loved more erstwhile

My struggle is harsh and return is vague
And my journey and harbor is passion

The unchanging earth has drained my soul
And life among people lacks compassion

Before I leave, I wish to see you once
So that I can carry your smile with me

If my hands get bloody, my soul tainted
In that dark hour will your smile save me

I’m afraid of going too far to return;
For I’ll become heavy and immobile

But I will love you in this fire and blood
And I will be the keeper of your smile.

To Be or Not To Be

To be, or not to be, is the sole question
To choose sleep of death or the wake of life

For it is unknown how death may treat us,
But who’d rather suffer this weary life

The foolish moans about life’s unfairness,
But the wise have trained to suffer in quiet

For the wise is in love with fruit it bears,
And the foolish is, but, restless in wait

The foolish interprets death as a dread,
But the wise know it to be a haven

For the wise craves lasting rest it offers,
And the foolish is oblivious and a craven

Thus, who doesn’t love life is afraid of life,
And who doesn’t love death is afraid of death

Ergo, foolish never live where wise thrives,
And foolish avoids but wise welcomes death

The Purpose

Whenever I think of letting you go
The compelled universe sends a sign

As if I’m destined to wait forever
And my feelings are meant to stay entwined

What agenda does this universe have?
What game is it I am oblivious to?

For you have vowed to alienate yourself
From all desire and passion – a coup

Much enervating is this mere practice
Yet it breathes more life into this carcass

This conflict bears a striking resemblance
To a time of suffering and sheer darkness

But I know, I would have it all with you
And it’s too much risk for the universe

As this would mean it has lost its lover
And so it controls this unending curse

This is then my only presumed purpose
To carry on, with the unrequited

And I will take much pride in this one day
When I own flames, in you, reignited

The Wait

Much time has been devoted to you
To the memory, I hold too dear

The memory of all moments spent
Regardless of you being away or here

Verily, I am but a mere thought
And I have met you in thought too

Only your presence is what I crave
A simple desire, long overdue

So they tell me, I must look away
But I can’t lose, what I know of you

Find me, as time is a luxury
For I wait, under this naïve moon

The Fault

There is but your name that echoes
In the empty halls of a broken heart

A lot has been risked for your presence
But much less has been done on your part

The fault, then, is not in our stars
It’s in the very choices you’ve made

For you prefer inaction over drive
Because you’re tired of love that fades

And I shall seek you endlessly, for
I am a moth, and you’re my flame

Knowing that I’ll burn at your touch
I return, for you’re a fire; untamed

We shall meet again in this life or next
When we’re free from worldly burdens

And I shall remind you of my love
As I know for sure; its win is certain

The Unrequited

Shall I complain about who got away?
Or complain about who was never mine?

For either is of trivial importance
Like droplet of intoxicating wine

So I left for a forgetful evening
In hopes to lament our short fable

And when I protested of this to Him
He is but to you much favorable

What’s wrong with this self-pride I carry?
I was loved by one, who was loved by many

The hours now don’t dare to outrun me
As I wait for you; my doomed destiny