Its not what someone said or what the world thought,
Still decades and distance between oceans seems nought,
Words of honesty planted in a memory lane is what binds,
Like natures light keeps aglow at the backyard of a mind.

Tears of joy stain the face,  life is too short as it runs by,
An ever smiling eyes and a helping hand to a silent cry,
Days of childhood full of fun and laughter that was kept,
Down memory lane where with innocence was wept,
A voice so sweet, silvery with the strength of true divine,
Runs through gently on the backyard of a withering mind.

Like the little girl with her hand outstretched to the stars,
hoping for just one touch of the cosmos.
Try as she may, with all of her might
soon she will realize she cannot reach very far.
That little girl does not cry!
In fact she simply sits there,
smiling.

And soon tonight, like many before
her mother will call with affection,
peeking out the front door.
‘Sweetheart, my darling where are you?
It’s getting late and you need your sleep! ‘
That little girl does not whine!
In fact she just walks in,
smiling.

The little girl with her hands to the sky,
is content with the knowledge that tomorrow is another day.
Her arms will be one day longer,
and the stars will still be there.
Her dream may wither until it can’t even be seen
but her dream will never tear.

as the cruel dark clouds loom just above the bow
and the torrential rains begin to fall
your nerves may get the best of you
but that is perfectly natural.

all you must do is reach out and take my hand
I will calm those panicked thoughts causing your mind to spin
I will stand at your side through hurricane force winds
and together we’ll be able to keep our footing.

though life may attempt to send up to the ocean depths
together we will survive this hellish night
to see the sun again.

This is for you best friend.

There is this man I met on net.
He was so young and yes, so sweet.
He’s loving, kind and cares for me so much.
He is so nice and understand me well
His friendship I know is real.

He is not afraid to tell me, when I’m wrong.
He inspires me and tells me to stay strong.
He never forgets to send me off lines.
He keeps his id for me, always online.

Sachin is the name I won’t forget.
Knowing him well, I know I won’t regret.
I may find another friend here on net.
But Sachin is the name I won’t delete.

Some friends may come and others may go.
But I’m always here, I’m sure he knew,
So come what may- or what other may say,
Sachin will always be a real best friend to me.

Trying to enjoy  being together every minute or two.

Sometimes you make me feel so comfortable with you.
But knowing that you’re so much younger than me-
made me feel blushed that I listened to you.

Then, I recalled…

it all started with one Hi and one “HELLO.”

Now that I know who really you are-
The more things get so complicated.
Because of one HELLO, love begins.
I tried not to fall for you but …
The feeling is so strong and I can’t help it.

But… I can’t love you Babe,
The way that we should be.
And you know the reason why.
More so that I can’t hate you too-

Which reminds me of the song…
The trouble with “HELLO is GOODBYE”

All I can say now, it hurts me so much.
To walk away from you tonight.
Because if things won’t work out right…
I hate to say this but… it’s better to say “GOODBYE.”

I can’t promise to be happy or not to cry babe…
For there’s so much sadness and pain deep inside me.
And the hardest words to say when you truly love somebody-
Is not goodnight babe, but …”GOODBYE!”

Yes, because of one ‘HELLO’ love begin,
But the trouble with ‘HELLO’ is also….
“GOODBYE”

bound by the unknown,
i would break the shackles if i can
just to go back to where it all began
and rewrite the script with my own plan;

trapped in a mire of reality
words are all i have
and words are all that i have
to express my innermost desires;

there are days when i stand and watch
hoping to see myself as someone else
and i long for this mirrored perspective
to become a reality, one day;

reality is nothing but a formality,
creeping into myself and strangling my senses
Not withstanding my screams
all I am left is tears in streams;

sometimes there is a window of hope
that all is not lost after all
when words are emptied and passion remains rare
And you look back more than forward
Comes this angel!

like the children behind the piper,
to an unseen high of a meditative state
i start looking foward
from nothng to say to
no language to express
there is always some madness in love
but there is also always some reason in madness;

Impossible shades of gray,
Then silver turning to gold.
Beauty only GOD can provide,
Trying to light the sadness of my empty soul.

Awake.
Night followed by day followed by night.
Alone.
TV blaring trying to fill the soundless space within.

Thoughts of failure, self-worth,
Can I fix what is broken?
Do I even know what is broken?
Am I meant to stay abandoned and alone until
The night comes without a dawn?

The blackened ropes of confusion and emptiness hold me captive.
There is no shade of gray to lift my heart,
No silver salvation for my soul,
There is no glorious gold of dawn for one so empty and alone.

I stood there in the doorway
Begging you not you leave,
But you looked at me and said nothing.

Your silence shot through my body
Strait through my heart heart
Right to my soul, I was taken aback.

It was hard for me to breathe,
I choked on my own words,
It was like I was dying.

All I could do was stand there with tears in my eyes
And watch the very thing I tried so hard to build up
Come crashing down on top of my head.

Can’t you see what this is doing to me?
It breaks my heart that you can stand there and not say a word.
No explintations, no reasoning, nothing.

My body is shaking from the core within
And I’m sick to my stomach.
I can’t make sense of all this, and the more I try, the weaker I get.

You finally look me in my face
I notice you can’t look me in my eye.
I want you to tell me everything will be fine.

I want to know everything will be go back to the way it was.
I want to know that you love me and won’t leave me,
but tthe look of your face says different.

The look on your face says it’s all over
The look in your eyes says you want out.
The way you move says that you don’t love me anymore.

My heart is breaking and I want to die.
You walk to me and kiss me on the cheek and walk out the door.
You’re gone like that., without a word.

As you shut the door, I walk to the couch and lay down.
I lay on the couch where we first kissed.
I ball up like a baby and die from a broken heart.

She came one day when I was standing high
getting ready to slide down that old yellow slide
she said “hi my name is Sky, what’s yours?”
I said my name is Kyle but you can call me Ky.

And every day we swung high on those rusty swings
we danced around and slid right down that yellow slide
that’s when she kissed me for the first time
I was a bit scared, not going to lie.

Every day we sat on that slide
held hands and looked up in the sky
pointing out figures in the clouds.

We were lying on the grass in the park one day
she had her head resting on my chest
and I had my arms wrapped tightly around her.
She grabbed my hand and looked me deep in the eyes
she said “I love you Ky!”
I kissed her and told her I loved her too.

We did this every day that summer
there wasn’t a day we missed.

Then one day as the summer was coming to an end
she didn’t show.
This happened the next day
and the next
and the next.
A week went by and I missed my dear Sky.

Then one day I was going down the old yellow slide
when under that rock I found something she had left behind.
It said;

I will love you forever my dear Ky,
but for now God has taken me to the sky.
The cancer was too strong and I was too weak
but that day I met you I was supposed to die,
you kept me strong in the last days of my life.
I found my heart when I found you,
know that I will always be with you in everything you do.
For I want to thank you Ky please don’t cry,
just look to the sky and you will find me.
Please don’t ever forget our summer.

That was the summer I found my heart.
I see her now and then
when I look up to the sky.
And then I remember our summer.

My words capture a past time, or a moment,
My words draw a picture of my hopes and my fears!
Some words are from my wild imagination,
Others are snapshots of my life through the years!

I paint to get the thoughts out of my head,
When they are visible they are easier to understand!
My words paint for me a little picture,
Pictures of Love, passing strangers and friends!

I paint pictures of the world that surrounds me,
I paint pictures of the thoughts in my head,
I paint pictures of my hesitations, and the things that I dream of,
I paint pictures of things people have done and said!

My words, I lay them bare in front of you,
My pictures, might sometimes seem quite obscure,
But every artist is entitled to use self expression,
And my poems are an expression of ‘Myself’ for sure!

I like to express my lust, love, and longing,
I like to release the tensions that I sometimes feel,
I like to share my thoughts on all matters,
By sharing, it somehow helps make things seem more real!

I am a painter, and I like to pint pictures,
But my pictures are made from words, rather than paint!
I brush and stroke the keys to lay the words down in front of me,
I keep on painting until I get a good end result!

This picture is a self portrait of the artist,
The artist sits thinking as the world spins around!
His eyes are closed and he is sitting there comfortably,
His face is expressionless; there is no smile or no frown!