Always is the new 'Okay' !!

As a shadow,
As a mirage,
You'll always find your smile
Reflected in its essence.
Its a promise,
That I hope to encrypt in ether-
For its heartfelt
And speaks of love
In its purity.
My words are all I can share tonight,
To let you know that you're never solo,
Through all your dreams and nights,
You'll always find my hand,
Tight in yours- to keep-
As its yours.

Blackest Pools

She had told me that,
Men at the southern part
Of the country-
Stare unabashedly-
With double enterdres, explicit-
Looks, consume.
The pair of the blackest pools
On you-
Engulf you,in a sickly
Body waste.
I'd laughed at her then-
Till I saw it,
In his eyes,
That day. 

Finale

When you know,
That the end of days,
Is nearby-
And facing ahead,
Is a long stretch of oblivion-
You know,
To let go-
Is the only good decision,
Your immature mind can make.
Issues, seem insignificant,
As you instead fight for colors,
In your greys-
To spread joy,
Seems foremost.
Seeing happiness glint,
In others' eyes,
Seems a primary drive-
That beseech the love
That you'd had once
For your own self.
You sometimes,
Wonder, how lives would go on
Post your own.
Or how much dent you could
Make by your own living.
May be it's a calm acceptance of fate,
The end seems a hairpin curve ahead.
Collapse more -to hasten the finale.
Weakness, havocs body and soul-
Ripping apart all joy and hope.
Yet, curiously,
There seems no sense of being alive.
Floating, is a curious feeling -
As you drift, through existence.
Waiting- and watching out
For the clock to strike the minutes out.
You wonder about the parents-
The only souls to have loved you
Self-lessly.
All others,
Always, had reasons of course.
You choose the best of days
To give back to parents.
And make their lives seem seamless-
So that, they may go on.
The effort, is to give them the best-
So memory strikes as a thorn too less.

My Solitary Reaper

I think about the soft velvety eyes,
Wet in wait-
Of a resolve of distance.
Yonder do they stare at-
Looking for the clouds the eyes love.
Blue sky gazes down at him too,
Benign and protective of his space.
Drifting eyes, try to catch the smoke of the dates,
As the time ticks by slowly-
To herald the union.
North-westwards,
A prayer is whispered his way,
To lighten his footfalls on the rose petals of love.
Every road, that he seeks,
Must be marked with music,
Of the rhythm he carries deep within.
May the sunshine sheath him,
Insulate him from all wordly ways -
The soft brown eyes,
Of the boy, hardly belongs to this day and time.
May all his dreams,
Find the spire to Providence,
So that he may be left carelessly happy,
With his puerile innocence shining bright.
Let every date crossed out in the calendar now,
Be a testimony to the selfless love showered on him.
In his wake, lies our way.
In his arms, do hopes find life.
In his lips, do words find meanings.
At his touch, does solitude finds solace.
Blessed be they who seek his company,
Emblazoned be they, who feel his love.