Bed of Roses - Part 2

A boy of one and eight whom no one knew,

With tattered esteem and pennies too few.

Out on a street where no man-child grew,

With a hunger in his eyes, waiting for rescue.

Saw him begging his heart and soul out,

I sensed a silent cry  out in the crowd.

Scarlet me knew what this was all about,

I could revive him, of that I had no doubt.

I did the only thing I could, to relieve him,

I went to him, took him out, to take him in.

It was expected of me to make them all sing,

The nights became darker and days were dim.

In him his worries, I was able to shake,

With him life was not so bad, if not a cake.

He loved me alone, I felt it for love’s sake,

It was much more than a mutual give and take.

Spectrum

Today the world seems like a spectrum of resplendent colours ,

The spectacle is in continuum and I look at the hues with wonder.

Of course I am too young to decipher and too old to wish for its sustenance..

Yet I was born today and with certain innocence, I wish for that circle to go on....

Interlock

If I could see you another time..

You would have to look into my eyes.

See the endless mysteries in there getting resolved,

See the stars shining down and culminating into One.

When you do see me again..

Gaze into my depths and my eyes will devour your essence.

Consumed in one another, the words would come much later,

It will be like the interlock of two powerful, mystical forces.

Leap of Faith..

Getting it all was my big surprise,

Took a leap of faith and left everything to fate.

What I got was more than I had accounted for..

Losing it for the moment is becoming harder to take..

Not that I had mountains for expectations,

Only moments to live and feel alive.

Lost in the surreal magic of your realm..

Now bereft of your fantasy, there is nowhere I belong!!

Metamorphosis

Some years have passed to the bridge that was burnt,
Time is the only memory commemorating that event.
The wounds have healed and yet stand afresh,
Clear amid the many events marking this life.
Somewhere I don't trust time enough as I go back and forth..

I wonder if it was wrong right from the start,
Was it you or my naive faith in the goodness of the human species.
That I gave in without barriers waiting for empathy,
But empathy came not while an abyss grew over my life.
A barrage of tears well hidden within a stoic face..

Dewy words led to vitriolic actions,
My name that drug which gossip fed upon.
Spurned by people who showed me the smiles,
Mocked at and ridiculed for selfish whims and fancies.
The vicious cycle continued like I knew it would..

Was it so difficult not to be that malignant,
Wouldn't it be better if friendship begot friendship without the hypocrisy of it.
I wonder if I am still so stupid looking out for the best in all,
For the pain i have borne and the faith I have lost.
I think its time for the metamorphosis.....