When the light is dim, all weak and frail It tells us the very outline, I hear Whether it's a man, a hound or a fly Someone who knocks to enter my lair But they say the brightness shows it all The colour the shade the love and hate The hound that stood, the man… Continue reading The Light The Dark
It took a while to understand And a while to know The road I went on Was never mine to go It took a while to look And a while to see The person you just buried Was someone I used to be I went on this path With a flower held to heart The… Continue reading Now, but never again
The living come with grassy tread … Continue reading In a Disused Graveyard
I was just going through my drawer and I came across the diary I had when we shifted to the city, I always start a diary with a poem or something, here's how I started this one Here's and example,From a Butterfly Who on a tough, hard rock,Happy can lieFriendless and all alone,On this unsweetened stoneNow… Continue reading Butterfly
I would stop and not go on I would hate and say so long You might love and let me go One right mistake One decision so wrong ....
There's nothing to feelNo nothing to sayWalking this pathI just found your way It's not my roadAnd I will not stayGood luck on your journey You lost me today
My first try on the six lined modern format of Sijo How does it feel, when someone sings your song? He never stole those words. He wrote them allThe melody you found, those lyrics half formedThe heart that broke, the tears that came onNow they come again as I hear my tuneFar from my window as he sings… Continue reading I Sijo. And I doubt that