DYING SINCE AN ETERNITY

Somewhere along the path of my breath,
i lost my precious life.
Even though i sleep, breathe and eat,
i am not sure if i am alive.

I may have held the wrong course too long,
i may have mistook my turn.
Though i did do all i had ever wanted,
yet for the prick of the pain i yearn.

Fate and folly go hand in hand,
the beauty of death will unfold.
The tangibility of joy wrapped on one,
like a warm blanket, i am told.

The aura, the splendour of the kings of heaven,
that dead men in their coffins feel.
I beseech all, will they,
they, the wounds of life ever heal.

Sometimes i wonder, will i ever,
ever try to get my life as whole.
I am sure, that when that happens,
all i got to do is surrender my soul.

Dreams

My silence speaks a thousand words,
words that i may never speak.
My heart bleeds a million deaths,
may never heal, the wounds so deep.

The fresh fragrance does enchants,
the soul to live, not die.
But what lays ahead of me,
knowing that, i can only cry.

Weaving a branch i may never climb,
dreaming a life i may never know.
Hoping to feel that bit of emotion,
that never had any come and go.

Then of the thousand days that go,
thousand days that go so slow.
The vision of loveliness not made,
for me, never, no.

The tears in my eyes swell up,
tears, which come be happy or be sad.
Tears, which rain on burning sands of life,
sand which sting really really bad.