Acceptance

In her bough, no blossom withered
nor ever a leaf did fall.
while season aged hither-
-come autumn,
she has shed them all.

Relief !

 Thought ceased and the mind raced.
 For the singular wish, a search ensued.
 Breath held ,I wished hard,
 With closed eyes gazing up at the dark.
 Gazing up at the dark, I wished hard.
 In my night sky , “a shooting star!"

Struggle

This Poem(?!) was written by Captain Haddock after downing a lot of whiskey! So it turned out to be just a drunken rant! "to those we've loved , and those  we've lost.. Cheers mateys!"

Oh twilight hour
A sailor awaits
The storm aint far
The night is long
Oh twilight hour

The course is lost
No light alive
The storm waves they lash
The sails wont last
Oh twilight hour

The grey clouds
No stars shine through
The bearing lost
The ship is lost
Oh twilight hour

Oh clouds of grey
Wont u part
No stars shine through
The waves they lash
My ship is lost

My sails don’t hold
Oh twilight hour
My ship is lost
Oh clouds of grey
I hold the wheel
Oh waves they lash

The night is long
No light alive
My ship is lost
The waves they lash
The night is long

A single streak
Of lone sun shine
East I see
The wheel I hold
The waves they lash

The waves they lash

The course is set
The wheel is held
The waves they lash
A single streak
Of lone sunshine
The waves they lash.

Loss/Grief

I have cast you away.
I refuse to love you anymore.
You may crave for me
But I am not that person anymore.

The searing pain
I wish it not away.
While your battles last
Within me it’ll stay.

I held the devil’s hand,
Slipping from the angel’s hold.
This cannot be your home,
It is soulless , I am told.

I would tear my strength
And send it all your way
Just to buy the Lord’s grace
So my withering greens would sway.

No redemption
Some choices forever stay.
No grace for a fool,
Withering greens don’t sway.

Final Feud

In waters,warm , still and silvery hued
as i sink to wage life's final feud,
gazing at me from the heavens above,
are stars that bleed silk and blurry now.
All of life's moments ,dark and light
play out before me this fateful night
While my eyes burn in salt, to the rife
i long to have , just a little more of life.
Like a spume of silver, my final gasp
floats up to the gods,and out of my clasp.
Through my wearying struggle to hold on
only the reaper's arm,extends in scorn.
My screams muffled ,for two minutes now,
"Does it reach your ears, fathoms above?"

Goodbye

Unforseen, it had to come,
Like a cloud of grey, on a summer day.
I am still, but never numb,
My unsaid words, silence convey....

Sleep

Like a strand of silk on a velvet breeze,
through hymns of peace, sleep beckons.
To mellow minds, and troubles ease,
a healer,the moon becomes.

About Her

Words can soil the sanctity of thought. Yet i am here to scourge my thoughts in word form , for I'd greater injustice do, if i didnt let the world know. Its not like as if i need the world to endorse that she's commendable. This i do ,rather,to shatter the vanity of those that think theyre worthy of praise.

Here is one in whom one'll see simplicity in sophistication.
She's most beautiful-- in form, in spirit and in action.

It is like as if all nature worked in unison, to mould her ,in whom mars and venus find symmetrical utterance...