Summer.

winds echo in my soul
A soul almost whole
carrying a memory along
and a forgotten song

Should i care to listen
and hum its tune
or rather sing
a different rune

I long for that memory
on the happier timeline
On a summer noon
when u were all mine

Little Birdie Blue

Little birdie blue
was always around you
Nestled in your arm
always keeping warm

Little birdie blue
closer ever she flew
closed within her shell
afraid if she fell

Little birdie blue
together we grew
four summers-apart
believed never to part

Little birdie blue
little did i know
you would one day go
and time would never slow

Little birdie blue
little could i do
than watch you fly away
I look up to pray

My Little birdie blue
not so little
anymore.

Forever never.

I listen to your silence
Your slow dance
An unnerving trance
soul searching chance?

Shrouded in the noise
Is your little voice
Enchanting as ever
Or forever never?

And I still hold
Onto what was told
All dear and old
Promises being sold

I am on the ledge
An icy plunge ahead
Awaits my senses
Awake my senses

As I wake up
As a dream remembered
You.
Enchanting as ever
Or forever never?

My first Sonnet!!

Powerful solitary structs

countless hereditary days

Single sided ducts

Incomplete one lays

decipher its trying tongue

harder for simpler men

together their lives they've sung

gods numbered one to ten

A future in the Past

longings of the living

a die formerly cast

actuality unforgiving

Awaiting elucidation

Open interpretation.

.......

Why
Did
It
Have
To
Be
Like
This
?
I
Want
It
Back,
All
Of
It.
Every bit
second
breath
Love.

Purple

You look at the world
With purple eyes
A dream being sold
Another dies

With no foothold
You try to stand
In a sea too old
Prophecies in sand

Why was life given
And told, be dear
Its death forgiven
Virgin blood I smear

How many more
Nights ashore
Will it take to
Be folklore

Would it be whole
Purple again
incomplete soul
Coveted pain

Act 1 Scene 2

The Spark has takes a new refuge
under the pretext of a better tomorrow.

The day has barely begun.
The alarm clocks still waiting for their moment of glory.
I have been awake for about 2 hours now, doodling ideas and forging new uncertainties in my head.
The harder I tried to go back to sleep, the farther I felt from falling asleep.
So why this sudden bout of insomnia? I think i have an answer this time around.

Follow me! Let me paint you a mental picture.

The path I was talking about! (This One!!)
I see a mountain up ahead. Not a hill, A mountain!!
It has its peak hidden among the clouds. The monstrous structure casts its shadow over everything else nearby. Everything else dwarfed by its presence.
I'm standing at the detour! I think i finally found the detour. The road splits into two; One path goes around the mountain and the other leads me to the base of the mountain.
The way to the mountain seem less traversed. And all the more exciting.

So I am standing at this juncture, been stuck here for a while.
Tossing my head to either side hoping to make a decision.
And I have.

Few in a billion have conquered this mountain. Yet I stand at its base.

I look forward to climbing the first step, while the infinite ones after await my presence.

A dream is not what you see in your sleep. A dream is what keeps you awake
--Dr. Abdul Kalam