You Are Alright, Always

 And when you sit to ponder, 

In the middle of a cold and lonely night, 

What will tomorrow bring, you wonder 

Be still, you are alight, always 

Some of the times life seems like a walk, 

In a forest full of hungry wild animals, 

Be still, you make them up in your silent talk 

You are alright, always

 

You are always alright, 

There are no nights any darker 

You are only scared of your light, 

Be still, you are alright, always. 

 

You do not need dope to cope 

Time is never in haste, 

You could wallow in misery or chose hope 

Because, in the end, you will always be right 

 

The Country Boy

the blank pages dares me, 

taunts me, mocks me to fill it, 

I can't think of anything, 

I can't arrange the idea inside 

my head, 

into something coherent, 

something that would communicate the theme 

"Look here's today's poem"

In the background, a soulful Vince Gill

song "Go Rest High on That Mountain" 

It's kind of nostalgic, 

brings forth a memory I haven't live through yet 

and I realise I won't ever live such a moment

I have no desire

Deep inside I am country boy 

not so well-versed with so many things 

Well, and this is today's poem 

for me and that one reader who shows up 

on this page 

I wish you weren't anonymous, 

my one loyal reader

The Bicycle

As a kid, I thought riding a bicycle 

was an inborn skill, 

I'd watch others graceful hop on the 

two wheeler and pedal to their destinies 

I might have asked myself, 

"What's too difficult about it?" 

 

Then I learned the hard way 

My first contact with a bicycle earned 

me a scar 

I tried to apply what I had seen masters do, 

And to my dismay, I realised there's more to 

a bicycle than simply hopping on it and pedaling away 

There'd be a thousand failed attempts, 

a thousand falls, and a few scars 

Before I could earn the right 

to gracefully hop on it and ride away 

The Stars

 the stars bury their faces in shame

when the catch a glimpse of your gleaming face, 

the sun retreats behind the clouds, 

sometimes it flees to another world, 

when you smile. 

every time you step into the room, 

I feel like I have the universe in my palms, 

I am yet to understand what you gave me 

Ephemeral Moments

 it always begins with a sip 

- or a gulp - whichever will coax 

demons out of the tombs, 

sooner, ephemeral bliss takes over, 

sooner, the raging storms make a hasty retreat, 

to wait for their moment 

sooner, the heights become hazy, 

and tranquility - a sinister form of tranquility 

weans a soul of all its worries, all its burdens, 

and owns them 

in an ephemeral bliss 

the future blends with nothingness

Bus To Bedlam

Charles Chipcho caught the bus to bedlam, 

He did not think even for single minute, 

If he'd ever make it back, 

And, because he had a two-way ticket, 

He relaxed and made merry 

with all the merry-makers of bedlam.

Let Not Your Memory Be Too Short

on the day you remember people 

who did you a whole world of good, 

let not your memory be too short

because those people did not do it because you deserved it

they did it out of the goodness of their hearts

Let not your memory be too short 

You can move mountains 

for people who wouldn't move a molehill 

Remember that they do not owe you reciprocity

Do it out of the goodness of your heart