Green Waves

green waves

Turbulent, unpredictable these green waves come

If it caused the storm, or the storm cause it matters not.

Green waves on murky mind

rocking this boat of sanity

unguarded thoughts of lost chances

hollow what-if’s of days long gone

given to the darkness of unrelenting time.

Green waves on failing hearts

thrashing this sails of hope

caught in longing for happiness past

of faith that failed and broken trust

gone with the one you found and lost.

Green waves wrecking havoc

while distant stars look down from calm skies

these stars do pity the sailor and the sea

wondering do they not see,

these green waves are but an imagery.


In the shadows


You can’t run away or refuse to see

That shadow that’s lurking in the corner

Always at ready to pounce on the weak

A little despair, a little doubt

it captures your will in a trance

Those things kept hidden come out to play

messing things, sucking out strength

like vultures ready for the lifeless will

The mind is a friend and a foe

It stills your heart and scratches the wounds anew

it let’s you hope for tomorrow and fear the unknown

smiles and tears

hope and despair

love and pain

the mind is a friend and a foe

It gets old


Leave me be

It was nice flying with you

It was painful when you let me fall

It was confusing when you woo me

It was elating when you won me

And so we fly again

to colored clouds and sweet heavens

It was painful when you let me fall

you make me forgive you, yet again

you let me hurt, yet again

it get’s old


Soft skin

warm breath

beating of your heart

caressing fingers

tight embrace

racing thoughts on your mind

lone stranger

perfect lover

a calling from your body

melding sweat

rugged breathing

a savoring metted

Hello 2015

As I prepare my list of resolutions

I remember the previous new years,

along with the long list of similar goals.

What will be new this year?

Will it be better,

Will it be worse?

Would my list be ticked off,

or would I be carrying them over again

in the list of resolution for the next year?

A new year may bring new perspective

brighter, fuller, more optimistic.

But when the newness wanes,

what really is there to expect

but the coming of the next new year?

Without a plan for change,

without real steps towards that direction

what good is a new year?

Reminds me of you

I remember my father. He was a disciplinarian. We call him that although if it were at a different time, people would call him abusive. Every child remembers the pain of coming to terms with a father’s ways. But every child also grows, and if chance permits, they also become parents themselves. When they do, the pain gets viewed from  totally different perspective. This poem is for my dad.

I picked the pieces that you left
I built a new world out of it
The things you did to find yourself
The things you did to hide yourself
They cut a part of me inside
A scar that reminds me of you.

I know by now your peace you found
I wish I was there to see you off
Even as you struggle you keep your pace
You fought for life then say you lost

Never will I know the reasons you keep
I try to make sense out of those pieces
Maybe you fought to make it right
Maybe not, but I know you might

I wish there was a way to let you know
Every time I face a shadow, I think of you
What would you do, what will you say
You taught me much even as you go astray

There is no way to bring them back
Those years I lost you
While you keep to your escape
But know that I keep you here in my heart
And be assured I never strayed or lack


I previously posted this poem on another website. I got inspired to put it here after reading  ‘s “Bend Over. Grab Your Ankles.”