She

Far in the horizon I try in vain
As the sultry sky gropes for rain
In pensive steps she wafts by me
As cool as steel, in winning spree
Stop ahoy, I scream aloud
And lo! There goes the silken shroud
A lass for all I thought it to be
Stood there silent, shadow of a glee
Moonshine impales white caves
Hollow as bones I saw her steps
Trance caught a-running in me
As your shadow was about to flee
And as I grabbed a corner of thee
All there was but a shard of scree
As cold as ever, with a name on it
I shivered in agony after the read
You went away in melting mist
Hapless me, with clenched fist.
Reading the name on shard as "DREAM"
Woke me up with abrupt scream,
For it was me who had killed it all,
Finished everything, big or small...

***

And now was time to give it away,
Go to a distant, far-off lay...
I tried to calm down, with no avail
All I saw was a face in veil
And it was yours, I'm pretty sure
Chasing me restless, in all my cure...
Thank the void that drags you down,
Steers away the sunken crown;
Goes in fervent deep mêlée,
As morning trances start in me..

The Conquest of Self

Of all the battles that have ever been fought,
Of all the weapons that have ever been wrought,
I care for but one.

Of all the victories that have ever been there,
Of all the miseries that have ever thrown a snare,
I do care for only one.

And yet there were countries devastated,
In the names of religion, terrorism, or even sheer wealth.
And there were millions - homeless or dead, trillions of untold rapes.
Gasping masses in concentration camps, legalized murders on garrotes or guillotines.

And still, I do care, for but one!

For the one that is still unfought,
For the one that is nearly unthought,
For the one that shines ahead,
For the one that gropes for its tread.

All the well can come of it,
Hope and mercy, with truth beneath.
Love and glory will twine your way,
As you stride the paths of May.
Near and dear gets far enough,
Paltry becomes the bigot trough.
Spring will forth your inward elf,
As it concurs mighty self!

Simplicity

Hardest to do are often the simplest of things,
Hardest to say are often the simplest of facts,
And though it seems hard to believe,
Respect, prove or at least conceive,
Isn't truth often the most difficult to achieve?

And yet there shines the path
Lit with darkness profound,
Where no mind can ever swath,
And no talks can ever sound.

Go ahoy my little self!
Go and fetch your salvation.
For though it's unreachable by thoughts,
Deeds great or small, and even love,
It can never be far when it comes!