Dream

My dream is still alive
It shall not fade till I arrive
Today, when the clock hits five
She will be my better half

The night love deserted it's own

I lay awake in the deep of the night, dead;
for I stand in the middle of the dead ocean
drowned in my own fears.
Tear drops from my eyes are now dried up
from within the cells of my once boisterous soul.
My eyes have become sore from its own turbulence
These tears of mine have become like trickles
from that tap in the village square
You do not pay attention to it anymore
All those tear drops you beheld upon your shoulders,
are not tainted with crocodile laden tears.
Now here I stand, with two basketful of my tears in my hands
for all who thirst in life’s lengthy walk.
Did you say that men do not cry??
Prick your eye with the bluntest needle
and tell me you believe that cock and bull.

We are back to this perilous path where we once trod
Why are you in a haste to cut this tree from within you heart?
You will only leave a stump that will sprout violently
upon the touch of love’s dew
Renew your mind, my love, renew your mind.
Tell me why you now hide your face from me
I surely am not deaf….. Why then can I not hear
those soothing words of yours, set to time’s eternal music?
Why do you continue to play and replay in my minds video recorder
Your timeless enchantments of love?
Why do you continue to glide gracefully along the golden gates
of my hearts comely corridors.
Come love, come.
Come quickly and serenade my soul

Have you ever loved me? Have you never loved me??
Have you always sat on the fence of nonchalance
atop my heart’s passions and emotions?
Have you always conspired with the thoughts of your mind
and the emotions of your heart, to leave me stranded
in this soda-scorched sun and the white-washed winter??
Why do you want to leave?? Now that you have become my unfading dream??
the mirror of my future?? the sutures sets in my cranium??
Why do I now stand accused in the courts of your heart?
An outcast of your own creation??
Is it not you who have done my heart cancerous injustice??

You are butterfly, I know.
A beautiful butterfly; wanting to fly freely to and from where it wills
Fly love, fly
Just don’t stray too far
On this path where we once trod, we shall meet again
Just be sure you do not fly too far.
On the soulful corridors and canopies of love’s walkway we shall meet again
Under the Odum tree where we first kissed we shall meet again.
Just tell me you love me one more time


My arms are wide open, beckoning your return
from the shadows of unknown lands
Just don’t stray too far to lose your way home.
If you do, please drop a whisper to the birds of the air.
They shall tell me and I will come for you.
I still stand under this Odum tree where we first kissed,
waiting earnestly for your return.
Come love, come.
Come quickly and serenade my soul.

On the stone silent night of January 12, 2009