Die Another Day

-


 Die Another Day

*****************

I count the passing days upon the sky,

Like drifting stars that wander slowly by.

I miss the laughter that we have not shared,

The quiet moments destiny prepared.

***

I carry memories that are not born,

Like winter fields that wait to meet the dawn.

But deep beneath this solitary flame,

There lives a quiet fear without a name.

***

For while I dream of your desired embrace,

A darker vision takes its sudden place:

The day you turn your back and walk away,

And steal the golden sun from every day.

***

How strange that love can hold two restless seas-

One filled with hope, and one with silent pleas.

One wave that brings you gently to my shore,

One wave that takes you back for evermore.

***

We die in moments, hidden deep and small,

In dreams we lose, in tears that never fall.

The person that I was just yesterday

Will fade like mist and quietly drift away.

***

And if our tangled paths should fade away,

If heavy night should steal another day,

Remember this, no matter where you are-

You were my home, my bright and burning star.

***

And if love leaves before our time is done,

If stories fade beneath a setting sun,

We will not vanish, and we will not stay-

We will but sleep, and die another day.


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Ungovernable Steed

-
Image
Who dares to tether this celestial steed, Or bar the path where destiny proceeds? For conquest’s sake, I unleash this might- A creature born of ancient, sacred night.   Upon the stage of cosmos’ vast domain, I summon forth my mythic Imperial steed- A chariot of fire, of blood and lore, Where echoes of eternity encore.   Have you beheld my crimson-brown’s stride- Its noble head aloft, with regal pride? In its luminous eyes, history’s blaze, And in its limbs, the fervor of bygone days.   This vigor forged through millennia’s grind, Conquered nature’s chaos with a steadfast mind. Not wrought by illusion’s fleeting grace, But by the sweat of ancestors’ relentless chase.   In primeval forests, long ago, My forebears glimpsed this spirit’s glow- Fed it wild grass, sang it sacred tunes, From forest streams and ancient blood moons.   Across the soil where shadows dwell, Its hoofbeats cast a storied spell- Dancing over graves of bygone kings, Cru...
Read more

One Rain, One Rhythm

-
Image
  You called me the melody, yet it was your quiet shore that gave my wild notes a place to land. I sang to the clouds, yes, but only because I felt your silence listening. You were a steady vessel, holding every fragile line before it fell to pieces. If I was the song, you were the air that carried it; if I was the storm, you were the earth below. You drank the heavy skies without asking for a single drop in return. You speak of the rain bird waiting for the storm, but forget that even the bird looks for a twin. Without your wings beside me, the sky is only endless altitude, cold and pathless. I did not teach the tide to rise- it was your unseen gravity that pulled the deep out of me. I did not become the storm alone; it was your emptiness that called the water down. Do not call yourself merely the wind beneath my flight, or the silence between my notes. You are the tonic key on which the whole symphony rests. If my voice trembled, it was only resolving back to your root. If I circ...
Read more

The Alappuzha Lighthouse Sings

-
Image
  A sentinel of stone, where oceans meet the sky, It tells a tale that time cannot deny. From ancient hearths, on cliffs where embers gleamed, To Fresnel's fire, a brighter vision dreamed. Its very being, built for duty's call, To stand unflinching, through the rise and fall. The keeper Kuttan came, a solitary soul, His quiet vigil, making spirits whole. He polished brass, and trimmed the wick with care, A human pulse, dispelling ocean's snare. Through sunlit calm, and fury of the gale, He spun the beam, a never-ending trail. The churning gear, the lamp's hypnotic sway, A silent promise, through the night and day. He knew the fog, its clammy, cold embrace, And sounded warning from that lonely place. Each passing ship, a whispered, grateful plea, A bond unbroken, keeper and the sea. Now silent motors hum, where footsteps trod, A different cadence, from the hand of God Of progress swift, the human touch withdrawn, A flashing pulse that guides from dusk till dawn. Yet in t...
Read more

The Witnessed Seat

-
Image
  I wait in quiet rooms where dust descends My legs hold still beneath the passing years Time leans its weight on me without sound, A silent witness to hopes and fears.   I bore the small and swinging restless feet, Crayons and laughter marked my patient wood, The world felt wide and kind when they sat, In innocence, in childhood’s bright flood.   I felt the backs of bodies bend and strain, Dreams pressed against my frame, then slipped away, I held their weight and learned endurance, In every dawn, in every day.   I wore the gilded gold and called it mine, Crowns lifted high, yet hollow in my grain, They judged my worth, I held their ambition, Their fleeting dreams, their transient reign.   I saw the futures drawn in whispered rooms, Their hands moved quietly across my face, I carried secrets none may ever know, Silent keeper of time and space.   I stood unmoving in the halls of law, Lives balanced on my steady seat, I bore their gu...
Read more

My Promise to You

-
Image
  A tapestry of trust, a bond so fine, With honesty's soft thread, forever entwined. Be true, be kind, in every spoken word, For sincerity's embrace, a treasure to be stirred. In relationships' embrace, let truth take flight, Mutual respect, a guiding, gentle light. For in the depths of trust, a love will bloom, A garden nurtured, in a verdant room. Though shadows fall, and whispers fill the air, With silent slights, and doubts beyond compare, Smile at the scorn, with grace and gentle heart, For time's great hand will play a crucial part. The path of life, a winding, hidden maze, Where secrets sleep, and futures hold their ways. One knows not what the morrow may unfold, Nor what the future will, in its story, hold. The biggest mystery, a whispered, silent plea, Is what the unknown, will bring to me and thee. For in this journey, where questions softly call, We wander onward, with faith's strong thrall. So let your spirit shine, your heart take flight, With honesty...
Read more

My Unwavering Shore

-
Image
Those who go across the sea, Those who go for unseen gold, What will you bring when you return? Will your hands be full of ruby stones Of mermaids from the Milky Ocean's waves? Will you bring the song they sang, That melts salt from a sailor’s heart, A melody drawn from the ocean's mind, Whispered through depths where shadows bind? Or a secret folded in conch-shell curves, To echo on my waiting windowsill, a calm resolve? Tell me, will your eyes still hold that southern starlit map You followed past monsoon dreams, That ancient wisdom only oceans keep? Or will they turn, like tide-washed shells, Smooth and empty, gleaming — but gone, Lost to currents, unknown to my gaze? I do not ask for gold or pearls, Nor chains of sunken emperors’ pride. Bring me silence, shaped by distance, A truth as deep as the sea's own mind, that doesn’t lie. Bring me the echoes of your solitary stride, Reflecting thoughts only my heart understands, of what endures inside. Most of all, b...
Read more

The Interwoven Dance of Life:Simple step with Krishna

-
Image
In the dance of life, where duties call, Karma Yoga guides us all— Act with love, without the claim, Of praise or blame, of loss or gain. Let every action be a sacred art, A pure devotion from the silent heart. Dharma's light, a guiding flame, Walk the path that's yours to tread, In every choice, let virtue spread. In life's storms of joy and strife, Equanimity steadies life— Pleasure, pain—both pass away, Hold your peace, come what may. Through shifting shadows, calm you'll find, An unwavering and tranquil mind. For knowledge deep as ocean’s swell, Jnana Yoga's timeless spell— See the soul beyond the skin, In the stillness, truth within. Unveil the essence, timeless, vast, A knowing born that's built to truly last. With Bhakti Yoga's gentle art, Offer love with open heart— Every breath, a whispered prayer, Every step, the divine’s sweet care. In every form, His presence gently gleams, Transcending all of earthly, fleeting dreams. In all, rem...
Read more

Dream on an Abacus

-
Image
The quiet rhythm of our hands, Life dances on an ancient strand. Rows of moments, grains of plans, Beads of hope, of sorrow, of grace, Each one finding its rightful place. We slide and pause, we push and pull, Each small move makes the spirit mull. We add our joys, subtract our fears, Recounting dreams across the years. We push ahead for dreams we seek, Pull back for lessons, strong or meek. Some beads may fall-loss counts the same, Some softly glow-our gains we claim. A wrong move shifts the sum astray, Yet careful hands can find the way. We learn again, we start once more, Recover sums we lost before. Time clicks gently, bead by bead, Counting loss and hope and need. Time whispers low, counting stars, Measuring joys and hidden scars. Not all the sums are clear or fair, Yet wisdom grows with patient care. No perfect sum, no final line, Just moments woven-yours and mine. So let us move with gentle grace, Embrace the beads we choose to chase. For in this dance, through loss and gain, We...
Read more

ALLOY

-
Image
  We are alloy, flesh fused within slow time Our genes move like quiet remembering Bone keeps old stories under living skin. The marrow holds the sleep of ancient hands Hunters still breathe inside inherited bone Their songs persist where language was not born. Before the mouth learned prayer or learned to rule Before the word became a sharpened edge Before the sky was split by flame and fear. Mutation came not cursed but questioning A pause within the pattern of the world A step unsure yet leaning into form. It learned to stand and name itself as progress Yet tripped again on stones already known The future limped along familiar paths. Some traits fell out like stars at break of day Instinct was traded for the glowing screen Inheritance dissolved into the now. The blood of grandmothers grew faint with time Their whispers crossed out from the coming script Replaced by echoes built of light and code. Culture divided mirrors into sides One face refined by power’s steady hand The othe...
Read more

The Unfettered Path

-
Image
  The Unfettered Path The path is chosen, clear and bold, A story finished, to be told. If steps decide to turn away, Don't linger where you cannot stay. No lingering touch, no backward glance, No whispered "if," no second chance To tether spirit, hold the chain, And welcome old, familiar pain. For freedom waits in open air, Beyond the doubt, beyond the care Of what was lost, or left behind— A future only you can find. So if you leave, then truly go, Let current flow, let new seeds grow. Unclench the hand, release the hold, And let your purpose then unfold. In tangled roots and withered vine, No blossom grows, no light can shine. But in the fertile soil of choice, A thousand flowers find their voice. The echoes of what used to be Are whispers fading in the sea Of memory’s gentle, drifting tide— A call to leave the past behind. When hearts diverge, and paths divide, Let quiet grace become your guide. No phantom touch, no lingering plea, Just honest tru...
Read more