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Being grateful

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I'm grateful for all the things I've seen, I'm grateful for all the places I've been, I'm grateful for all the people I've known, I'm grateful for all the seeds I've sown, For those seeds came to life and became trees, And gave me plump tomatoes for which I'm grateful today. I'm grateful to have walked on the face of this earth, I'm grateful to the wonderful woman who gave me birth. I'm also grateful for all the novels I've read, Of the marvelous authors and poets long ago dead. For they've filled my head with infinite tales, I'm grateful to be born into an era of females. I'm grateful for all the music that's been composed. The doors I opened were somehow closed, But it meant new opportunities for windows to be blown, Now I can listen to Mozart and Beethoven on my phone. I'm grateful to have jumped into a pond, I'm grateful for the connecting bond, That I've with the cosmos and my kinfolks, I...
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Blank

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I dont know, The art of not knowing The hunger of wanting more The abstract idea of being clueless Ideas, they don't come to me, Yet I seek knowledge At this point of time, my head is empty. It does not mean I don't feel, It's just that I can't think. My head is making up stuff But it seems worthless It's useless all that I feel All I want is to be able to think Thinking is what makes me who I'm Maybe I'm not myself today Maybe I'm not myself most days But who am I ? It's a question I seldom ask myself, But when I do, my head goes blank. Just like my name will when I pass into nothingness. All I know right now, All I feel right now is nothing.
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Starscape

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A starry night, a moonlit sky, Perfect date with my favourite guy. Hooking up under the starscape, Was my idyllic setting for an escape. The moon unsheltered by the murky clouds, As if to the star-crossed lovers it bowed. Softly traced my fingers on his lips, More often should we take such trips. Soaking in the enigmatic, velvety night, Gazed upon the stars so bright. Wonderful was an evening spent with you, As I experienced the multifarious hues. A gentle breeze soothed me out of my wits, Felt strangely connected like a piece of puzzle that fits. Begged the night not to turn into another mundane day, Let me live in this moment till eternity passes away. No longer was I needy, no longer my heart craved, As I had met you and together the hardships we braved. You were my picturesque starscape, Providing me solace, helped me escape.
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Depression

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Feelings make my head spin, I know what to do but can't do it, Because it's too difficult to actually to do it. A situation of win-win, Never comes when everything I own is lost. Trying to keep myself sane but at what cost? I'm loosing my people one by one, Far far from this situation I want to run. I'm an escapist, I know that by now, But this situation I can escape, how? These tears now, they don't come easy But when I cry no air so breazy, Could dry these tears, Like your comforting presence couldn't dissipate my fears. I'm stuck in an ugly middle position, I don't even know what situation this is! Perhaps a spiral of downwards succession. Some of you may call it a sickness, Some think it's a facade, While the ones who are actually suffering know that these are the early signs of depression.
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His Poem

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She was like poetry, Soft, subtle and charming, Yet strong, ambitious and free. Every layman could read her but only the poets understood, Her beauty, charisma and power. Written on a piece of paper, She knew no boundaries. Fire and desire, a sweet summer's verse, Handcrafted with delicate details. Seasons passed by, And clans passed by, But she remained concealed. Dejected and neglected, She kept herself hidden away. Until one dawn of winter, When his eyes fell upon her face, Heavy throbbing of young hearts, Beneath the moonlit sky. Few words were exchanged, Through mouth and million others through the eyes. At an instant he knew her worth and swayed her away. My poem, he called her and sang every afternoon, Pristine as the northern snows, Red as a southern rose, Pouring like heavy rain on a parched heart, You're a poet's breathing prose.
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Short poem

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Close your eyes and tell me what do you see? Is it the pieces of your past or something you wish to be? Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Inside the arms of your lover or your mother's tears? Do you see the darkness spreading around like nostalgia? Is there a ray of light which curbs your darkness? Did you seize is the day today? Or do you cease to live everyday? Do these jovial, jocular faces make you gloom? Everyday is a misery as you await the doom. Have you ever felt like this is the end? In that situation, pick up your pieces and make amends.
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My Silly Boy

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I had an intuition that you would stop by today. It was nothing more than a fantasy like any other day. Any other day I would have missed her call, But today was different, you had laid a trap and I was in for a fall. Fall, I considered it the best time to meet you, But waiting that long must have left you blue, Blue was the sky and birds chirping high, walking down the street, Excited and nervous at the same time, hoping it would be my friend I was going to meet, Meet? But she was nowhere in sight, You hopped out of your car and took me by surprise, Surprised and shocked, all together elated with joy, Ran towards you as you caught me in your arms, my silly boy.
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