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Move On yet Stand Firm

2008-09-15T05:21:00.000-07:00

Tears are washed away by the waters of time,no pain remains
I skip old muddy streets on my way back home ,on rainy days
The drizzling plays to me the same old song,of those crazy ways
When there was always a couplet but now it's just a lonely phrase

I gather some new words,try to impart some sense to my sunrise verse
I feel the sunlight seep in through my mind's windows,sorrows dispersed
Vivid memories with wounds healing but bleeding still,the smile coerced
I move on yet I stand firm,I rehearse to be strong,to get my reimburse

Storms and rains drench me and leave me half-way,with nowhere to go
I pull myself together in my own arms,carry myself a step futher,slow
With even my shadow at my feet,distanced,in silence intense I walk alone
I'm back on the known streets,back cosy by the fire alone,in my own home

Sleep

2008-03-10T01:14:00.000-07:00

A random poem I wrote a while ago,thought of posting it here - finally.

Sleep and Dreams

When i close my eyes and turn to sleep,
I begin to read ma thoughts and mind,bit deep
Reality that i escape from in the daylight,when I'm wide awake
catches me with no where to go,no window to escape,to break
Have you ever cried to sleep,without a soul to console you through the night?
Your dreams begin to creep to you,they torment and speak to you,
Even the sunshine,in the mind,shadows your light and smiles,no delight
Your dreams begin to weep to you,distanced far,they try to reach to you.

Binding you and holding you tight,you try to wake to escape to the light
Strangling you and suffocating your dare to fight,they pull you down when you almost reach the height

Dreams

2008-03-10T00:46:00.000-07:00

This is my first ever BLOG.
Honestly.

Well,this one is about 'dreams'.
We all do dream,make some or others we keep,
unconsciously or consciously,when awake or maybe during sleep.
Thoughts intensely deep or running really steep,ambitions that we wanna reap,
past memories that make us weep and smile at the same time,guilt and crimes.
Falling free or struggling to climb,original images we see or stolen and enacted mimes,
I'm still dreaming about life and about lives,even as I'm writing this line,
making my rhymes speak,my thoughts,my dreams and about what really I'm.

(Freestyled poetry :D)