Attraversiamo

When the wind caresses you,
When the rain kisses your lips,
When the moon watches over u at night,
Know its me.

In the laughter of a kid,
In the smile of a blossomed flower,
In the rays of the sun,
You will find me.

In the stillness of the night,
In the rhythm of your heart beat,
In your dreams and fears,
I will be there.

Where words run out,
In the realms beyond time and space,
Wishing on a falling star,
I shall wait...for you where worlds meet again...

When Heroes Fall...

A realization eventually dawns,

The idols we grow up worshiping are nothing but facades made of clay,

And when life rains they merely break and crumble,

All you can do is helplessly watch them wash away...

What is worse?

I question myself at times,
What is worse?
Living without you in my life,
Or with your memories surrounding me all the time.

What is worse?
To live with the joy of having loved you,
Or with the fear that I may never stop loving you.

What is worse?
To live with contentment of having known you,
Or the anguish of knowing there never will be someone like you.

Fading light… fading dreams…

A pen in my hand and a tornado in me,

I am unable to control its vigour.

Words come out in mumble,

Thoughts all unclear, trying to get a grip of reality.

I don’t recognise myself,

Or dreams that once used to be.

My eyes are open, my body awake,

But somewhere in a slumber my soul is yet asleep.

I search for a sign, something to connect,

What was to be and what has become of me.

I try to scream and wake up again,

But my voice seems to be a distant memory.

Feels like I am caught in a nightmare,

Trying to wake up and break free,

Looking for that one straw to cling to,

Before the tornado within destroys me.

Silence .....

There stood the Rose blossoming each day,

He watered her, he watched her grow.

She gave in all to see the smile linger on his face.

But he never once told her how much the Rose meant to him.

She waited each morning to be with him,

She waited for the day the smile would transform into loving words.

Never doubting his feelings but longing for some signs,

But he was a man of few words and for him expressing was a crime.

As days passed she grew a little tired,

He still watered her and watched her grow.

Her longing created a vacuum within and a bit of her got sucked in each day,

He saw his Rose withering unable to grasp what was missing in his care.

And finally one morning she was no longer there,

He dropped on his knee with the can of water lying on the floor.

He held the Rose in his hand and a tear escaped his eyes,

And whispered the words that could have saved the love that had died.

The Dustbin

A crumpled piece of paper lying in the dustbin,
Discarded away to be lost in oblivion.
Never to be read again,
Left to rot in the hands of time.

The content on it being my past,
Memories of days gone by.
Torn from my book of life with my own hands,
Pages that I do not wish to read again.

Better left to be buried with time,
Forgotten as the days pass by.
Like the crumpled piece of paper in the bin,
Lies my memories,moments and sins.

UNKNOWN..

Some questions don’t have an answer,

Some puzzles have no solutions.

Some roads have no destination,

And some stories don’t have an end.

Some moments cannot be explained,

Not everything has a reason.

Some relations cannot be evaluated,

Logic is not always your friend.