Love, Friendship & Life (poems)

[Emptiness]
just a hollow feeling
my mask on the seat next to mine
worn out, beaten and battered
it had come to an end;

just as smoothly as it started
the end was a quick one,
no nonsense, no stupid climax
the curtain came down in one swift motion;

standing tall amidst broken lives
no one cares if you stay back
to pick up the pieces
or make a run to the nearest exit;

full of anger and full of fear,
wanting to wreck the peace
my mind is seeking,
i gradually lost it all;

running away from death
and escaping from the mind games,
seeking refuge from the storm
i rushed headlong into life;

searching for a place to hide,
watching people trade money for love,
i began to fill the emptiness that surrounds me
with the pieces of my broken heart;


[Incomplete]
the grey sky looming above,
rain drops still dripping down
from the pregnant clouds above,
we set out on our journey once again;

around and around we go
in slow circles, moving
to the beat of the thunder
and rain that surrounds us;

as the droplets hit the ground,
shattered realizations lay scattered
reminding me nothing is same
as it seems to be;

as another memory turns to dust
i cut the lifeline that attaches me to the past
and i shove it back into the depths
where nothing will ever bring it back alive;

the rain does nothing to stop our journey,
never forgetting, who we are
we walk these streets of madness,
knowing that,without each-other…..
we are simply incomplete.


--this has multiple meanings, but one central theme.--


Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. – Anaïs Nin

It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship. – Henry Ward Beecher

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends – Martin Luther King, jr.

In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. ~Albert Schweitzer

The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend. ~Henry David Thoreau


[Towards The Sunset]
there was nothing in sight
running away from the carnage
the memories left abandoned
all gone in a blink of the eye;

sometimes beginnings are’nt so simple
sometimes goodbye’s the only way
i did not realize everything was falling apart, until
everyone i knew was ready to turn and run away;

i wish i could say
that i’ve got no regrets.
looking for the right words to say,
i’m not quite sure how to put my words,
as a solitary tear drop slid down my cheek,
i packed my bags and took a train towards
the sunset where a new life awaits and
tomorrow i’ll forget about my grief today;

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The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are. – Author Unknown

So many fail because they don’t get started – they don’t go. They don’t overcome inertia. They don’t begin. – W. Clement Stone

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. – T.S. Eliot

Every day brings a chance for you to draw in a breath, kick off your shoes, and dance. – Oprah Winfrey




[The Tear]
When Friendship or Love
Our sympathies move;
When Truth, in a glance, should appear,
The lips may beguile,
With a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection’s a Tear

Too oft is a smile
But the hypocrite’s wile,
To mask detestation, or fear;
Give me the soft sigh,
Whilst the soul telling eye
Is dimm’d, for a time, with a Tear

Mild Charity’s glow,
To us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt,
Where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear

The man, doom’d to sail
With the blast of the gale,
Through billows Atlantic to steer,
As he bends o’er the wave
Which may soon be his grave,
The green sparkles bright with a Tear;

The Soldier braves death
For a fanciful wreath
In Glory’s romantic career;
But he raises the foe
When in battle laid low,
And bathes every wound with a Tear.

If, with high-bounding pride,
He return to his bride!
Renouncing the gore-crimson’d spear;
All his toils are repaid
When, embracing the maid,
From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.

Sweet scene of my youth!
Seat of Friendship and Truth,
Where Love chas’d each fast-fleeting year
Loth to leave thee, I mourn’d,
For a last look I turn’d,
But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear

Though my vows I can pour,
To my Mary no more,
My Mary, to Love once so dear,
In the shade of her bow’r,
I remember the hour,
She rewarded those vows with a Tear.

By another possest,
May she live ever blest!
Her name still my heart must revere
With a sigh I resign,
What I once thought was mine,
And forgive her deceit with a Tear.

Ye friends of my heart,
Ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near
If again we shall meet,
In this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.

When my soul wings her flight
To the regions of night,
And my corse shall recline on its bier;
As ye pass by the tomb,
Where my ashes consume,
Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.

by Lord Byron

I used to believe that anything was better than nothing. Now I know that sometimes nothing is better. – Glenda Jackson