Empty Heart

Let me love; if not, then let me hate;

An empty heart is a lonely place

An unpaid tribute to life, displayed:

A desert, with no bright or shade.

Golden glows might dim to translucent lights,

Burning fires end in ashes of night,

Yet, they live, they change, make spirits grow,

There life fills heart, death comes slow.

An empty heart is a begging bowl,

Hawked around, spurned, met with stares cold;

A cringing prey, ever on verge of flight,

Desperate for warmth: bonded to plight.

A grave for life to rest ere it dies,

Gasping for breath, vain its tries.

Did I Live Then

When I took from sun and air

Unthinking of their wear and tear

When I lived like a growing tree

Sucking succour into me

Did I live then?

When I spread my branches wide

Held them out with due pride

When I welcomed playful winds

Danced and played with kindred minds

Did I live then?

When I grew pensive and dark

Like a moonless night stark

When the days grew wild and long

And my inner soul stood strong

Did I live then?

Road To Nowhere

At that crossroad, I take a left
on to a shaded avenue;
slivers of sunshine peeps
through a canopy overhead,
bathed in  muted light, a mile
I walk; but a few steps on
 the road narrows,shade lost,
a blazing Sun frowned on
my hapless head. No shelter neigh
I stumbled on, not knowing
where I go or why; till
my path meanders into a nowhere.

An Island

Sparkling lights, music and dance
Sound of laughter all around
A sea of faces, happy, proud
Surrounds an island staring about.
Am I a part? Am I involved?
I am but a silent wall
Standing tall dividing worlds
I know not why I stand,
I know not how to fall,
I stand, and stand and stand
Like a lifeless wall.
But my ears still catch
The whispers that abound
My eyes drink in
The beauty of the sea;
Alas!  Alas! my lips move in vain
Their sound in my heart remain.

Wishes and Dreams

If wishes were birds, they would fly,
Soar to the Heavens, spread across skies,
But wishes are wingless, caged and pale
They creep through blood stream to no avail.

When wishes are dreams, they dwell in the eye,
They fire our thoughts and in hearts lie,
They urge and compel, strong and hale
They run through blood stream futures unveil.