Holiday’s end (2001-2002)

Sweet sunrise came to say goodbye,
And even lazy breeze came a few,
Still noisy birds in their chirrup brings
Sad farewells in late noon.
Just days ago it all begin,
The end now comes too soon,
What sentiments within me stir?
Desires to yet start anew.
How we knew then that time goes fast,
Yet still sad are we to watch it past us
Though present abandonment in turn hold
Promises; that time in full circle travels
Hard now to apprehend,
For the present at hand, and future at distance keep.
Still sadly I replied “goodbye”,
In better times again, will we meet.

2001- 2002

A friend sent me this poem, translated from some other language

Friends gather, feast together
At dusk, where moonlight shines

Stars shine in merry hour
The fair dance to merry tunes

Ah! Like wind the music flows
The sky lits, in spendour shows
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Reply (I was full of angst then..)

Friends gather, a feast forever?
At dusk, still does the sunlight shine?

Stars shine only in merry hours
The fair will stand only pretty flowers

Ah! In vain! In circles time goes
The sky lits, but in only fleeting grandeur glows.

2004

Twisted bodies lay in the thick of the sicken mind
grimacing wildly those hopeless being in an eternal bind
beckoning forth with a most sinister grace
into contorted limbs' unholy embrace
Hollow sockets of those sallow faces
rages demented flames of perpetual darkness
for endless tormenting sufferings effaces

05-Jan-04

Waves after waves of the dark murky sea swept in
Foaming bubbles crackles
The green of the ocean brought with it the revolting green of its depths
and disgorge the rough sandy shores of brittle sands
And the eery night wind blows its sickening chill
carry the scent of wasting:
pungent nausea death-marked perfume
the body the flame within consume
Euterpe drives the sane mind to madness
and in overwhealming rage kills himself
with his double edged sword, thrusted in and dragged, the tip his navel disenagaged
while his happy gut spilts out
And Thalia in derisive rapture danced
still with soothing reason bemock
our fallen hero, and his crazed desire
to live among the gods

For a departing army friend

The sadness of time and growth is this,
that friendships hard won so quickly dismissed
Though timeless fate on us all marked
destiny once alike, too soon grown aparted
Most precious of things are but for free
Yet now free not they come, for in roving, pricks me
Those idle days and such wanton joy
wasteful army days that we enjoy
Vivid memories that still fills my mind
what surreal moments! delicate and fine
This sad dismiss of such innocent times
such is the bitter-sweet nostalga of mine
Beneath shadows of the past,uncertain future turns cold
ourselves in charming cruelty hold
lean not on the past, for these are early days
A man cannot laze content, but must venture on diverging ways
These youthful time will pass but once
live life to its fullest, and to mellisonant music dance

So smile, let not on your day of departure see tears
fall upon this familiar face of those many years
As the plane, like which that you have taken flight
let too your spirit soar, into the horizon, happy and light
Sure as the days and seasons revolves in turns
still it will be that you'll soon return
In happier times will we meet again
present sadness leaves room
for future happiness to gain

early poems(1998) - 4

Memories of past
resurfaced before me
sweet smile i knew so well
-once lost- reappeared, but without me.
Moving along that well known path
that child of innocent, stumbled past.
In another body, I was replaced,
but that beautiful smile, I know, remained.
A delicate wall, kept us apart
so fragile, it was, i dared not touch
Left alone - that sweet music kept flow
left alone - the story unfolds

early poems(1998) - 3

Class
Empty words flew passed me
meaningful though it seemed
strike me did not, stirred me, did
restlessness reigned supreme
A silent shout escaped
echoes magnified
In a crowd, lost was I,
In their midst, justified

early poems(1998) - 2

Familiar faces, gathered like in the past
Sweet memories replayed, faces laughed
like joyous kids, fun relived
in that crystal bowl, reality ceased
Faceless in the crowd, i stood and watched,
so glad i am, to not be caught
Thief that i am, and so I'll steal
that beautiful moment, ever so real
And if in me, that beauty ceased
and so submerged, in the crowd, I'll leave

early poems(1998) - 1

When i cry
my tears rain down my side
and sadness and pain
though no words do convey
will overwhelm me

Will it be in vain?
or will it all remain?

Desperate for a hand
helpless i couldnt stand
down on my knees

Wishes for it to end
please do end.
Make it end. My God.

In my dark and sorrow
I cry alone
Blessing i prayed for
Ending my pain
Help me. Please
I Beg.

Love ends in pain.

In suffering.

I cry.