Beyond Sea Level

An ocean does not go forever,
it ends as the shore begins.
The sadness that you feel is temporary
even if they echo from eternity.

An ocean does not go forever,
it ends as the shore begins.
Waves might eat you up until your belly
but they cease as soon as it reaches land

An ocean does not go forever,
it ends as the shore begins.
Transcend upon the present
embrace whatever the future brings.


A Pair of Eyes.

In a passing, bleak moment
The eyes dart
To multiple directions

In search for something, someone
That would lend a coin
To the starving child

But the eyes remain to dart back and forth
And what it gives to the beggar
Is a passing, bleak stare

Still Here

If you really think of it, I haven’t really left you.

At times, I’d be patiently waiting for you to come by and sit with me during rides to school. And even if I know you’re not coming, I’d still look out to the window to see that maybe, you’re there.

When I walk home, I wish that you’d be hanging out with your friends at the bench near our door step. In that way, You’d see me, I’d see you. Maybe you’ll change your mind at leaving me.

I have a lot of examples to tell, but I’d run out of paper. I hope you realize by now that when you left, I stayed.

I am still here.

I Read

I saw you once,
You muffled and laughed.
Held the book tight and tapped
Your knees too softly.
I fell in love with the view slowly.
You seem to enjoy the book deeply.

And admit it, you forgot about me.
Thus, sending my soul to extreme jealousy
I knew it, I’ve got to read.
I’ll buy a book and try not to bleed.
Never to bleed to words I couldn’t keep.
Nor weep for poems that I can’t relate to.

But I wonder why,
Why do you love them?
Those rhymes that don’t make a sense
And those lines I always fail to comprehend.

Tell me why. Have you been to it yourself?
Can you say that you fell for Shakespeare & Meyer?
That you loved like Romeo in search for Juliet?
Did you exactly bite like Edward but felt human like Bella?

Surely, you’ll say yes.
And you’ll pretend you understand.
Those moments of rapture and bliss.
You’ll assume that you breadth elation like Braveheart.
And think that Excalibur was for you, not for Arthur.

But, let me remind you.
Literature is as fleeting as time.
It travels like wind and dies like Pine.
Pine trees that do not bloom in winter
Is parallel to books that illuminate beauty only in spring.

But lo and behold!
I fell in love with the book.
I fell in love with you.
And I pray that you’ll love me back.
And not just the words written in paperback.


While thoughts of you diminish
A certain smile appears
Finally, I have learned to let you go
And to my heart, there is no itch

However, I cannot deny
That somehow, somewhere
Your words, I cannot simplify
So, I’ll have to let them die.

Now, I am certainly freed.
And I am open to the world
To opportunities, chances and love
And to everything coming from above