DARK FOREST

The morning sunrise brings no joy any more

The birds song is mere noise

As I wake up each day

My heart is sore

My soul in wounded

I wish I was not born at all !

I had  once found  the ultimate truth in everything

Now I’m lost it in this dark  forest of thoughts and feelings

As I wander  as a stranger in my very own mind

Tell me oh Lord!

What has become of me ! 

FROST BITE

The winter morning is cold

My hands are weeping numb

No sunshine to warm

No gloves to protect

As the frost bites into my frozen heart! 

DARK NIGHT

In the darkness of this lonely night

I walk this deserted road of uncertainty

Dead end or a tunnel, only light can tell!

But blinded by darkness, I stand alone lost in emptiness!

Hoping the ground beneath does not give away

I tread unsteadily forward

Which way this night will end; only time can tell!

WASTED WINTER

The silence over the hills speaks of sadness

The cold wind over the plains, snows down as pain

The cold winter seems endless

As my sorrow is wasted in vain! 

THE ECHO

Distant echoes of the  voice of death

Resonate in the confines of my obtunded ears

The echoes of those pains and moans

Spread sudden coldness, to the warm April air

The memories of the this very day

Still echoes!

Still Echoes, in the emptiness of my soul!

Yet this voice within me; still drags on!  

CRAVING HEART

How can the mighty ship of happiness set sail  

When its anchored to the rocks of memory

How can the fumes of sorrow be extinguished

When the  fire of  self-pity burns into misery  

How can the roaring waves of conflict subside

When the winds of expectation are still blowing

How can the river of compassion flow

When its hindered by the dam of selfishness

How can the carpet of self control be woven

When the loom of mindfulness is broken

How can the cage of attachment be opened

When its still bound by the chains of desire

Tell me dear friend! How can a wandering mind be free?

When my bleeding heart is still craving!