Wishes yet uttered

May my slumber be waken
By the roaring sound of thunder
Throb my ears it did
But far from touching their owner

May peace be rendered
Upon the cry of needy
Though my heart cried
Yet its bearer sank in ponder

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It seems the last hope
To reason my existence
So I've strived every effort
To adorn the world with verses

But my words bear no power
To bid the clouds from congregate
Nor can they turn off rain
From adding my distress

How else could one determine?
Whether the world is but a prison
In which ones wronged are wronged
And ones spared are thus far forgiven

My days begins in depth of nights
In the darkness of solemn fright
Fearing by days of slumber
No merit there is to remember

With verses spared from rhymes, I strived
Only to learn a futile lesson
In the end, all is forgiven
Perhaps in truth, forgotten

Butterfly in the rain

With urge to see another day
It flaps against the weight of rain
My gaze seemed too disturbing
That it seek shelter from convenience
Circled round & round
Refused to stay for less
A haven for butterfly
That's sorely soaked from the rain

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With what could one trade for faith?
The dews on pastures or a breath of vapor
Both prized for their end so nigh
They die at the move of the collector

Or moments of beauty that take your breath
And so dear for you to remember
But no words could ever suffice
To carry them on paper

Those well possessed of treasures on earth
Surely must have learned
That which they long for the most
Are those they can't be of keepers

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One day with the Death I met
Not after the Day, but before it
Who came join me in my solitude
Like a friend whom I confided to
“I have a question for you,” I said, “if I may?”
with a thoughtful frown, he said
“I've learn all the secrets,”
“and questions never answered”
“yet I know what you long to enquire.”
“But you must know that even I can't tell”
“its where and when and how?”
in true, he said, of it, he is forbid from knowing
“By this, I should think your enquiry for the Day, is rested.”
So the question I was prevent to ask
Really no answer there is
In want of subject, we talked about
the life and the living itself
of ways I've taken, grounds I've stood
Only these are too well I know of
Still I couldn't resist asking:
“But what become of my forgotten dreams? ”
“and aspirations forsaken?”
He smiled in such way, as if of all
Those are of least importance
He then beckoned me to recall
How little strength I’ve laid hold
And how tireless on my path I've walked
That scarcely, the dreams were missed
And thus named, the first victim
Upon my negligence
To my fortune, they bear no shape or color
their vengeance was thus refrained
He then sat and mourned with me
For I could not know how
The dead at last can be missed
While the silent pervaded aloud

Of death, we long to enquire
Just as we always stare at cloudy sky
But our stares never prevent or predict
The fall of destined shower

wordless hours passed
as no more there is to confide
my companion pays no console nor critic
to the way I live and die
“someday we shall meet again,” he said
“but now I must say good-bye”
before he turned and walk away, I said
“Pity you' re not here to stay,”
“for I could need a friend,”
“one could mourn at my evanescence”
“in a modesty I deserve”

time

Time at times is all I have
A luxury of priceless worth
More precious than life it self
Yet mortal to the eyes of eternity
I chance to gather fragments slipped
The time I've had are the time I've spent