Fire
I stand as I watch, its progress, an unstoppable blaze, And I wonder, if there is something that you cannot set ablaze, And burn in your frenzy, as if beyond containment, Devouring everything and yourself into extinguishment. At times, those
Air
Blowing across the land, an unstoppable gust, You kiss this earth, and take away its dust, It falls back, and you continue, like the wildest gale, You keep returning, to caress me and regale. Like the midnight breeze, you arrive
Water
Floating like a boat, on the waters of your heart, I feel like a captain, one without his dependable chart, I have no choice, as I am swept along with your flow, I only wish, these moments could atleast go
Shadows
People discussing them may seem out of place, They themselves are never found out of place, They walk with you, and run with you, all the way, Yet they seem to vanish by the end of day. Alive or dead,
Yesterday’s Gift
Yesterday’s Gift, is the posterity, that it gives, The permanence for a while, that memory can grant, Before the sentinels of change produce their warrant, And put an end to this unwarranted rant. Yesterday’s Gift, is the mirror, that it