Ramblings 1

I have been buzzing with questions

So silent and so Impatient

So loud and so volatile

I have yet much to decide

The paths that set me free

And the holes to the void

After all we will die

Leave immortality behind

And the dreams you dreamt

Time sweeps them aside..

A Poem About Two Lovers

She loved a shadow,
a shade, a dark fighter in a glade
All out of focus and fade.
He was a mirage lurking to vanish
A dream unsynced out of a wish
He was too willing to surrender
A laughter too old to remember
So far out beneath the thunder
He meditates silently

She loved a perception
A procedural deception
A situation came after
When he took no laughter
In his words or deeds
And he never cared about tomorrow
And always spoke of sorrow.
Of joys there was no need
To several pretends he rarely paid heed

She loved unreal things
She made it possible, her offerings.
She chose him and he, her
That imagination came first
And everything else after.
He played little roles
Worked towards little goals.
Getting closer every day
Being gentle every way.

However the darkness shall hold on
Even when she and him are gone
Long after, the same story shall be retold.
The legends die after they become old.
He saved her from the darkness
By bearing it all inside
Just seek and hide
He looked in her eyes
She looked beneath the lies

He was the end of fear and anger
She was the beginning of something beautiful
He was the end of desires and stranger
She was the very definition of being dutiful.

A war, a journey, a thought. 

For long I have been fooled

over its vicious tunes I drooled. 

For too long I have fought my heart. 

And I always return to the start. 

My journey ends where I began,

nothing ever goes according to plan. 

I have tried and now I know,

nothing is certain, follow the flow.

 

For long I believed in what I was told,

Very soon another world did unfold,

Before my eyes, a certain flow,

a gust of wind, a speck to blow. 

You can always return to the start

and start again, just don’t halt.
 

For long I have been writing these wars,
different pens, papers and ink jars. 

The time is now to make peace and verse,

and to vibrate as one with the universe. 

                                       – sahar