Beneath the Sand

Any man with a dream at hand
A wayfarer from a far away land
Destined back beneath the sand

Can truth be told from what memories hold?

My vigor back beneath the sand before I can see dry land.

My eyes still open
Up late at night dreaming tales of better men…


Nighttime revelations

Tell me, when your eyes happen to open in the night. 

And you begin to lose sleep. 

Lost in a single thought. 

Mind unclouded by the daily noise. 

Covered by your blankets. 

A place and time where anything is possible.

What is it that you pray for?

And every night a fool prays that which he has lost the will to fight for. 

A dream which passed long ago.

Beware the lost traveler. She abandons you then appeals to her sincerity as to your whereabouts.

Favorite Shade of Green

The man though an agent of annihilation
Cannot help but feel ripple of sentiment at his core
For the long standing woodland before him
He reluctantly chops away for what should be
A quick end to a fresh start
But the possibility of what was already a probability
A false hope to a dead end perhaps
Bonded to an illusion of a memory long past
That was his favorite shade of green
And all it took
Was a misplaced and unintended spark
To ignite the fire of an unrestrainable reaction.

Rain Clouds

For a moment there,

Immersed amongst the clouds of my own dreams,

I lost sight of reality, nowhere to land,

That is when I realized I have a life I wouldn’t trade;

But only to make a bit of change.

Life is deeper than the surface seen from the sky, and perhaps a few clouds might turn to rain. 

The Temporary Nature of Things

Let’s talk about the fleeting nature of things. People keep saying, I don’t have time for temporary friends or things etc.

That’s like saying you don’t have time for life. Everything in life is temporary, that doesn’t make it less worth while.

Imagine a kid in a playground. Eventually his parents will take him home and he’ll start crying “no I wanna stayyyy 5 more minutessss”. But his parents will ultimately make him leave. It doesn’t mean he never should have gone. He played for a while, then it was time to go.

Temporary people are no different. People are not meant to stay with you forever.

We are all travelers on a journey. A person stays with his companion for as long as their paths agree. Then he is on his way. And you are on yours. Wish your companion farewell and do not blame a traveler for travelling, rather be happy for your companion.