To be or not to be...

Nights a mist, all lights ablaze
These sights I miss, my mind's in a race
Faces rush by, thoughts crumbled in a maze
I see myself, my eyes lit up in a daze

This journey all these years I counted
Reaped a lot, curses that have mounted
Memories etched, broken bits garnered, painted
Lead my path as though they are bounded

Strings of passion tied to my vision
Leap of faith adding to the mission
Pace to a distance this trip I fashion
No halts or swagger nor intermission

Tears, Sorrow, Happiness and Joy
Betrayal, Love, Longing make the buoy
Float through these nights so dark and coy
Forever in pursuit, drifting on, just a goy

Do I halt to pause and ponder
Gift a sense to this guileless wander
Or tie myself to the mast in total surrender
Wonder at the Waves, the sea and yonder!

It is me....not you!

Do you not realise this?
Do you not read the worry?
It is not you talking out of turn,
It is not you walking out of line

Why is the unachievable always the most desired
Why is the one not to be scaled the most aspired
Why is it the fruit thats perched high the sweet one
Lofty heights to climb, weary branches to trod on

Do you not realise this?
Do you not read the worry?
It is not you talking out of turn,
It is not you walking out of line

I sense that I have high hopes to last
I know not where this swings to match
I wish to walk the tight rope while its latched
But fear that I am too eager to last, and lost

Thoughts that meander while I drift
Into this wild ride full of dark swirly mist
Dare I should not, and extend my hands
For fear I am not safe and you'd be lost!

Do you not realise this?
Do you not read the worry?
It is not you talking out of turn,
It is not you walking out of line

I do not charge you with any guilt or crime
For if I do I am guilty of the same
Guilt is one and once you feel
Isn't it a folly to go on with the crime

A friend as no one I may meet
In my lifetime that you may be
Lose I did that friend in me
That you found, that I search for now

Do you not realise this?
Do you not read the worry?
It is me talking out of turn
It is me walking out of line...

What is it...?

Is it about the bud bundled deep
Keen to wake up from calm deep sleep
Take in the galour of sping so sweet
Jump around, make merry, music upbeat

Is it a girl that lay asleep
Care and warmth of kin at reach
Awakened to the promises of youth and dreams
Only to find lies and sorrows hurt deep

Is it the season that plans to spring
Bright and happy and mood upswing
Past the days of glory fell dark
Winter and glum, all happiness lost?

No heed, beauty of the words
Never lost, be it any of the lot
Pen you must, share grief and joy
For in these lies the glories of thought!

Aimless Love

Let me be the bug, let me be the bee
For I wish to sting with glee
Make no wound, nor make you cry
Besides you, all else is a lie....

Shower with love, I'll let you be
Ne'er say no, oh dare I be
Be it the moon or be it the stars
Climb up and snatch for you I shall

Rooted in love, firm belief in us
For a shiny future painted so fresh
Oh, you are rare, maiden so fair
Like a flower that blooms once a pyre

Tell me more, help me improve
My imperfections and I shall prove
What I really want to say I want
And am sure - but you halt and sway!

You are right, it is meaningless
I may not end up swaying much
Without you I may continue to live
But love? Nought shall be a jive.....