Tag: longing

longing

  • Jealous of Your Smile

    Nature is jealous of your smile,
    the sky is blind to see your shine,
    the wind is bound to drive your hair,
    and time is flowing slowly —
    just to keep your smile.

  • To Be or Not to Be

    I would rather cross my mind,
    and travel, alone, all of mine;
    or behead my day, so full of head,
    and, a day or more, live my life…

    I carry all my deeds,
    and the beads of my hate;
    I whisper words of shed,
    and expect my own side…

    To the lonely night and day,
    I dare to love once again;
    travelling all myself, an unknown way,
    I recall some of the lost rain.

    It is turning to summer, for a change,
    and I glance back for a familiar face;
    but I witness myself in a crime of dilemma:
    to be, or not to be, a part of this life again…

  • Colourful Night

    Like a night full of light,
    scattered raindrops all over;
    a skeptic moon under a dark cloud,
    and a breeze of wind over my skin.

    A fallen-apart rain of hope,
    running short of you;
    though whispering, alone, at night —
    through the end, we reach the start.

    From the far sky, I see a ray:
    a moment of life,
    a second of joy,
    and the hope of the new;
    artistically playing a game of hide-and-seek —
    sometimes my dreams,
    and the queen of the night: you, the moon.

    A long way to go, still, to reach;
    but beauty lies everywhere I go,
    hidden beneath the clouds, or in your shine;
    and I see you, laughing at me, and at my lonely night — with you, or without.

  • Wish I…

    I just wish, sometimes —
    wish I could only hope,
    wish I could only believe,
    wish I could only see thee,
    wish I could only love,
    wish I could only help,
    wish I could only walk,
    holding one familiar hand of my life: my childhood.

    Wish — when I wished for everything, and I had it;
    wish to be back when time was innocent;
    wish when the sky was an endless beauty;
    wish when the moon was my friend;
    wish when I had nothing, but my peace;
    wish when I had the courage to dream;
    wish when broken houses were only card games;
    wish — I could wish, now.

  • Moon and You

    It hides in the hue,
    to tell I am not with you;
    and it shines anew,
    to tell I am not from you.

    It seeks the light of another,
    to glitter the night for you;
    it moves swiftly,
    to tell the beloved of love.

    It stands till dawn,
    to let you sleep in his arms;
    it ushers in a new day,
    to believe in the existence of you;
    it watches all night —
    silent, and a sign of you.

  • Beautiful Lie

    You say one thing, and your eyes another —
    making me believe it is all lies.
    You say something, known to the unknown, I feel;
    often it is close to the truth,
    but it moves with a sharp turn of reality,
    and rises again with the darkness and the night,
    and sleeps with a weeping mourn…

  • Treasure

    Stars hide away, beneath the far dark night;
    we look around in a daze, and find a shine all around.
    Beyond the bridge lies an angel, smiling, abated;
    to reach, to go, far away, where she hides her smile.

    Day and night all pass away alike, outshining every pursuit,
    to the untravelled path, and the inland depth of the sea.
    Someday alone, or accompanied by a cry — but through;
    and the morning calls, for treasure, at this time.

  • I Wish

    I wish I could take all your pain, and fill that place with happiness.
    I wish I could fly you so high, you’d never feel scared of the height.
    I wish I could love you so much, you’d never know what hate is.
    I wish I could take you so far, no one would know who we are.
    I wish I could bring heaven to earth, to show you what you deserve…

  • Somewhere I Belong

    I am leaving behind memoirs at every step;
    some are known, and loved,
    some are helpless, like feathers of cloud,
    and bewildered, like my dreams at night,
    and lonely, like my day without you.
    But I am stepping forward, every day —
    lost, and left behind, but stepping, to where I belong…

  • Lost Night

    A glimpsed day, and its thoughts;
    dreams, and the far reality of life;
    someone to know, and to love,
    someone to call, and to cry to,
    and one to call your own.

    Sheared eyes, and time,
    seeking for the one that’s lost;
    to the past, to the future —
    something to remember, and to forget,
    something to hold, and to let go,
    and one to keep safe, inside…