If there is a God and he lived here on earth
he must be the one who gave me birth
he is the one who raised me through time
he is the reason and he is the sign
he took care of me when i was in pain
he remained awake and made no complain
he accepted me as i happened to grow
i quietly reaped as he managed to sow
my love knows no definition
with this god of mine
we share a unique rendition
of this music through time
so you, dear woman, are god as i see
you are my mother, you are he.
Category: Written in 2012
To A-
in all the pages time has written in my life
i find no need to alter even a word
i’ve learnt to make my peace with strife
because my prayers have been duly heard
the smiles i asked for may not be the same
as i had intended them to be
but in a healthy measure they quietly came
bringing you just as quietly to me
love in novels is all very fine
but the love time has brought to me
is the one that transcends time
even while living in quiet reality.
Hanging On.
It’s early morning.
You were late last night.
I’m a wrinkle colder.
Your heat is still quite right.
An abused reflection
Calls back my will to fight,
Since absolution long since died,
In the barrenness of past nights.
Passion sputtered out
Like oxygen on the moon.
The stars are burning out,
They’ll lose their light soon.
Love is now sympathy
Given to a blubbering whale
Disemboweled by some harpoon.
What of the time lost?
Who knows what you do now;
How much sensible truth
Will conscience allow?
We both cling on like idiots
To some ill-spent, ill-matched vow.
It’s early morning.
You’re snoring in a heap.
I do not even seek
Any inclination to weep.
All I ask from this burning day
Is a quieting chance to sleep.
7am
21st April.
Hearts Still Care 
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