++ Another ++

Another trial [from my Lord],
Another event to bemoan,
Another fire ignited,
Another bitter word swallowed,
Another piece of heart shattered,
Another self esteem destroyed,
Another sorrow carved within,
Another ocean of tears shed,
Another distance set apart,
Another silence to unfold,
Another coldness to engulf,
Another burden to carry.

But above everything else,
It is another chance from Him,
To prove my worth, and arise,
And become a stronger being.

Sydney (Ashburner Street), 25th September 2011, 22:35

++ Games ++

Another old one sitting inside my folder, unfinished. Pardon the abrupt ending but I really could not relate to what I felt at the time when I started writing this piece.

***

One voice cried,

“Friend, Life I truly despise,
For all the games that it tries,
One time it flies us high,
To draw the heavens nigh,
Suddenly it pulls us down,
To leave us alone, and drown.

Now what remains is poison,
I know not if I’ll hold on,
Save me, I want to live,
Life I long to believe.”

Another spoke,

“Blame not Life, the Innocent,
Who but watches us mortals,
Playing games with each other,
Crafting masks of deception;
Threading words of fallacy;
Singing songs of shallow love,
False friendship, empty labels.

When the trusting fools are scarred,
By the thorns of betrayal,
The Guilty shall not be Life,
But us, the skill’d deceivers.”

Thus it concluded in silence,
And they quietly departed,
To return to the Play,
That we humans have staged,
For eternity.


Original: 29th April 2011
Finalised:13th September 10:11 pm
Sydney (Ashburner Street)

++ Promise Unfulfilled ++

As I dug my old folder, I found some unfinished poems that I started writing ages ago. So I thought I'd finish it, though there might be a change of 'feel' in the middle XD. So here is one of them:

***

You said, “Cry not my love,
Today we may not be,
But we will meet again,
In the Garden of Peace.

Where we will sit side by side,
On vast green, and soft carpet,
Embroidered with a thousand,
Of flowers in full blossom.

There will linger the sweet scent,
Of the ripe and tender fruits,
Of all kinds, all near to hands,
Made abundant to us twain.

Then chirping birds, gushing springs,
And hushing breeze we will hear,
As they joyfully sing for,
The day you and I, are One.

Eternal companions, we will be.”

Those words I have held on to,
But now blurred is the vision,
Of the Garden I once beheld,
When you kissed me a farewell.

Do you know, the hands of time,
Have ever since pulled me down,
To the depth of despair,
And Peace I upheld no more?

The calm water then turned into fire,
That burned and consumed me from within,
Now I behold a barren, dying field,
Where one hopes not for redemption.

Tell me, my long lost Love,
Will you and I still be?
Will there still be a way,
For me to be, where you are?

Original: Sydney, 25th March 2011
Finalised: Sydney, 12 September 2011, 10:58pm