Sidequests

We are sweeping dust off 

our live's now with our bodies.

We are tethering our vast emotions to the boats of life.

We slow our walk to the threshold of ecstasy.

Sweet surrender, that breaks empires, that opens the dusty doors of archives for the winds to move ancient texts.

How does a kiss alter the world.

How does a hug wake the lion of loyalty in us all, 

while the stone crypts crumble, 

And buildings made of mortar weep with indifferent ghosts.

We are born to a dying sun, 

as we dream to a rising moon.

Our existence is arbitrated by a rhythm.

Our bodies, altars for the numen's passion.

You at Three

 The first time you cried 

You were three;

Tripped over a small rock and cried endlessly;

Second time you cried, you were six;

Your playmate stole your toy and you cried endlessly;

But now,

You cry endlessly through the night at 3am.

Thinking whether to make it or not.

One Day of Life

 [Here in this poem, I am a girl in heaven. I imagine that I have been given a chance to visit back earth]

I have got just one day to live on earth,
One more day is all I wish.

Tell the time to go slow,
And not too fast.

I missed the time which passed away,
I wish I could get it back.

I wish one more day, I could gain,
I wish I did not have this pain.

I had always dreamt a future with you,
I just want to live a day or two.

But as I have no other choice,
And the only choice is to survive,

You'll have to leave,
I'll have to go.

The time has passed,
Yes... I'll have to go.