Aches

Aches

 

How fervently does it pound

Upon the liar’s throne of misdeeds

And dotes on Time that wanders proudly

That dates the seconds for it to read.

 

A wanderer, a deserter, a tyrant, a child,

Congregated in the ballroom, enjoying the passing.

The liar looks; pondering at himself.

As himself waltzes, seemingly everlasting.

 

Gaze at the horizon, look at Time waltzing

At the heavenly bliss unclear of motive.

Try to walk, try to waltz, try to create.

Time smiles to beats and immobilizes and fatigues.

 

Petrified and stupefied, gaze at the liar;

Sits and looks with tears in gaze.

Straighten the back and listen to the liar,

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Compromise

Compromise

 

A Great One once said, “Compromise”,

For He preaches freedom through cries.

He once wrote under the pine,

That we can only live through lies.

And thus has He.

 

“Civilization wrote on compromise, and

Humanity rode on conformity, hence

Civilization marched on.” That

Was said unto ears and mouths, whence

Compromise beset upon Him and all who followed them.

And thus He has.

 

Fear the law and fear the tales

Of Men who cried wolves and enslaves

Those who did not follow their hails

Of Lords and Books that none has claimed

Its validity and suppressed the oppressed laying

There, in front of us, as they have done always.

And He has thus.

 

Love is compromise but compromise is not.

Claimed Love in Compromising but is rot.

And thus we compromise without knowing not.

The significance of traditions we understand not.

Love with Compromise, but fight not.

For Law and Men forbids otherwise to not.

And has He thus.

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Resist

Resist

 

What for do we love, if not for love?

What for do we live, if not to live?

Shine the sun onto ocean and it glistens,

Just as raindrops fall and merge into the sea.

Come fall, leaves turn color.

Come winter, leaves fall and abandon.

 

Time heals for no one’s worth.

Let hot coffee cool and its heat leaves.

Flies fly to where they want but never listens

To the eventual impending consequences unseen.

Come summer, leaves turn green with ardor.

Come spring, leaves bear ornaments to abandon.

 

Walk and we shall walk.

We run when we want and when we please.

Timeliness never exists for immovable mountains,

That fills with leaves vast and free.

Come life, we talk, walk, and splendor.

Come death, we resist the change we fell on.

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A Mountain of Flowers

A Mountain of Flowers

 

Thou art no less than a graceful mountain;

Past the horizon, past all the others,

Thy flowers, thy petals, thy true fountain,

Thy exuberance, thy beauty gathers.

Sees I from no far, but sees I from far,

Such radiance, such unanimous feels,

Appalls, and yet embraces me from far.

The closer get I, the farther I feel.

I loathe and I love; thy existence.

I drive and drive, but thou escapes my grasp.

Thy vigor, thy flowers, thy resistance,

Art thou so merciless to toss me cast?

Though I never say I have long for thee,

I could say safe, I have loved thee till end.

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A Wall and the Flower

A Wall and the Flower

 

There is a wall that stands upright.

A wall sits idle on the ground, unshakeable.

Beyond a wall, there lies a flower.

It is not mine. It is not mine.

A wall sets ourselves.

The signboards tell us what to do;

We know they are the right things to do,

But hearts are lies; full of lies.

How lovely the flower is, I long for thee.

Know not if she loves me too, but I do;

I love the flower; the flower behind a wall.

And I try; I really tried.

A wall cannot be climbed; some else

Will get hurt. I hurt.

The flower sits there, possibly waiting for me.

The flower might live and grow with me;

I could take care of it.

I could have tried. I would have tried.

Be content with love, let be gone.

A wall stands but who makes a wall?

I know.

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Expressiveness

Expressiveness

 

Try and try as I might,

To put into words what I feel,

To create several words to diversify,

To try and express in what I believe,

To listen and scribble as my heart cries,

To waste my ink and these cheap sheets,

To sell my time for a moment of sight,

To disregard my securities to seek,

To uncare what I care and to find,

To cast away my other half just to slip,

To try and try to find what I might,

I cannot fathom,

The unbearable and inexpressible.

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Clouds

Clouds

 

Floating freely high up there,

Assuming nothing and following the wind,

Such necessities blooming up in air,

Of calamities o’erthrown and crowns pinned.

Look at the moist clouds hanging in pairs,

With dignified air and authority to akin.

 

Free from pen, free from papers,

Free from love and free from hatred,

Clouds judge not but coats us with layers.

If not humans had layers we would be wanted

Of common falsehoods and likelihoods in prayers;

Rejoice in findings and rejoice in nothing shielded.

 

Rain falls free just like its predecessor.

Darkness looms before its downfall like

Its great end to a story of ancestors.

Learn from clouds and laugh not at their plight,

For plights are artificial and with no plausible disasters.

Clouds run and float free; who are we to life?