Lost

Lost

The silent thoughts of a heavy heart

The sadness, as if greater than the weight of the earth

Tamed to follow logic

Lost among the clouds of right and wrong

Forces undeniable tearing at both ends

Killing the life out of every living cell

Besieged by an ever growing silence

Like the clouds moving through the skies, windless

In deep sympathy I lay

Forgetting everything I said and feared to say

The life forms unimaginable

With beauty and callousness beyond comprehension

The sorrow that I cannot express

For fear that it might leave my heart

The sound of thunder I do hear

No denying the outcome

Little pebbles under the water

Expressions lost among the sound of the stream

The heart a magical metamorphosis of emotions

Beating a constant rhythm

Distance thunder yet so near

The leaves of autumn

I wrote this poem on the way to Paris from Boston.  It had been brewing in my mind for quite a while, maybe 2 or 3 weeks but finally found the words.

The leaves of autumn

The leaves of autumn past

Fell all around me

Brownish, yellowish, greenish, tinted

A season had come to pass

Nothing alive in its wake

                Or so it seems

The seasons pass away

Of sleeping and waking

And sleeping and waking

The leaves fall

Swept by the wind

New growth unnatural in beauty

Lasting an hour or so

                Or so it seems

We struggle to reach our destiny

The time passing in a chaotic rhythm

                Or so it seems

Little pieces of gold and silver

Laid in our path full of mud and muck

And more mud and muck

                Or so it seems

The why, the what, the how, the when and the where

Unite in the drudgery of our struggle

                Or so it seems

The struggle of birth,

The challenge of death,

And the agony of resurrection

Three concepts, foreign and unknown to us

Touted by some, mocked by others and still, as if never mentioned

Praises given to the struggle of birth,

And sorrow, deep sorrow given to death

But is the celebrated birth bigger than the feared death

                So it seems

Three passages,

Dark to light,

Light to dark

And then who knows

                Or so it seems

What we leave behind is a memory for a generation or two

Forgotten

Our graves buried deeper

For more graves to cover it

Making room for more dead

Is the challenge of death a seed planted for the agony of resurrection?

As some claim

Or a deep sleep non-existent, unnatural

Our folly leads us to our foolish path

                Or so it seems

All relative to some,

Yet absolute to others

                Or so it seems

The right made wrong

The wrong made right

With a signature of the pen

I did not break any laws

And who cares about morals

When we have laws

                Or so it seems

About morality,

He says

I have none

I follow the laws I enacted

And to morals I say be gone

                Or so it seems

The leaves of autumn fall around me

Brownish, yellowish, greenish, tinted

A season has come to pass

And I look forward to a new beginning

Haiku

I wrote this many years ago when I was in the seventh grade.  One of the few poems I found from back then.  A friend had a copy of the school's literary magazine which had this poem in it.

Haiku

Bulbs in the sky

And I

Walked in the dark

Poetry in Motion 2

This is a recent write, summer of 2014

Poetry in motion,

Imaginations

The mind wondered around the bend

The sound followed clear and monotonous

The image did not make it around the corner

Shielding its true self, showing only particles of light

The mind waited for the image

And growing tired, launched into image imagination

Day dreaming the possible and the impossible

Debating the good and the bad

The real image refused to come around

Governed by laws set in nature

The mind ever so bold

Created a new image, and forgot …