2013- All ours!

How I hate, These winter mornings, To hell with the cold, And the fog, This is, A special one, And I rose, With the sun, This one morning, surrounded, By if not all, Many a ones, I cherished, And for the ones, Who were not, I Shall not pity, But hope, As for all of them, May the sun shine, Equally bright on you, Time shall follow its own course, But I hope my firend, This year be ours! All ours!

There he falls.

Beyond the boundaries,
of thoughts,
you could conjure,

Emerged a story,
crossing what is defined,
and what is not.

The tainted ones,
got their dues,
the purer ones,
they did not.

A void developed,
why? I know not!
something went wrong,
who cares, what!

For those who know,
This sad story I do tell,
Pity your faith,
But your god, he just fell!

Yes the mightiest one,
Yes, he fell.

Really, ever?

Used to be an unusual calm,
about him, around him,
Those who knew him,
Found peace in his smile,
He didn't know haste,
And he knew no chase,
He made no friends,
And no enemies,
So forgiving was he,
He could qualify as divine,
They claimed to love him,
He never loved back,
A man perhaps, so content,
He wondered,
Did he ever love,
Anything, Anyone?

It wasn't change,
That he sought,
He liked to stay,
Passively as he'd say,
No needs he had,
Switching them ,
When they took a toll,
Free from all that binds,
He for sure knew,
He wanted none,
For He never gave some,
Stood firm,
As he evolved through,
This noble soul,
Benign still, and true.

A businessman next door

His long locks cut short,
The beard done away with,
They dressed him up,
In a formal attire,

Words censored,
Actions monitored,
They shaped him up,
Into a man formal,

He smiled,
When they grinned,
They cuffed him up,
To check his ways,

They conspired,
He stayed calm,
They resisted,
Held him down,

He tucked his shirt,
Looked into the mirror,
At the man ready now,
The man who meant only business.