May 25, 2011

Walking Through The Rain

A-walking, a-humming,
The road stretches on,
Your twenty-dollar bill,
Crumbling in your fingers,
Whistling a concerto,
You heard long ago,
Playing in a dream,
Or playing in your head,
How does it matter
When you won't ever be dead?

Down to your last penny,
And you throw it away
On a man who says
He will bless every act
But do you care?
Its raining and yet,
Its a grand new day.
You are happy,
Life is good,
And you  know somebody once said,
To save for a rainy day.
Yeah, right,
But you know,
How rain rhymes with pain
And give rhymes
With live?

Little puddles at your feet
And little leaves
Blowing through,
You have no raincoat
And your fingers turn blue.
But why do you care
Your every day is true.
You are loved and you are
And life walks with you.

May 05, 2011

The Perfect Love

That love you are
Looking for,
Perfect and glorious,
A man, a woman
To justify your existence,
Isn't coming, and if they do,
There is no guarantee
That they will remain
Who they are now,
Perfect and glorious
After they meet you.

It's not saying anything
At all
About who you are.
But love is cataclysmic
And some changes are permanent,
While others gradual
And on the surface.
The moon is perfect and glowing,
Seen from the earth, while
Pock-marked and dark
When you are standing on it.

But you must know,
How long-winding and boring forever gets,
For even if you don't,
The real you remembers,
The tiresome fact that love can turn to,
When one are two,
And trying hard to merge.

Distances are necessary
To realise the pull, the draw,
The call
Of life,
And if there's one person,
You will not tire looking at,
It's the face in the mirror,
And the soul restfully staring back.

You, the biggest lover you have got,
Until everything merges
Into the here and now
And beats, pulses, breathes as one,
No lover, no friend
No parent, no child,
Nothing at all, nobody,
Can give you lasting joy.

It's not poetry,
It's epiphany.