On Days The Sun Drools

On days that the sun drools 

with unexplainable sadness 

the memory of you gladdens my heart 

even with the miles between us 

I can see your smile, 

and touch your heart 

Seconds can crawl in a dreary pace 

And everything seems out of place 

I think, at times, my breath is useless 

But the thought of you quickly 

dispels all my worries 

and you love, like the morning sun 

clears away the dews in my heart 

some days seem long 

the undefinable gloom occupies my heart 

as if you are absent from it 

but the instant the echo of your laugh 

rings in my head 

everything becomes illuminated 

My Love, My Heart Is Yours To Keep

 My love, my heart is yours to keep You are the beat that makes it leap Your touch, your kiss, they set me free I am yours, forever, endlessly

Your eyes, they sparkle like the stars above Your smile, it warms me with its love I am yours, forever, faithfully I'll love you more with every breath I take

Our love, it grows with every passing day I'm yours, in every single way I'll love you more with every breath I take Until the end of time, for goodness sake!

What We Had

what we had was little, 

but it counted for something, 
and that was all that mattered 

to souls indebted to world's 

insatiable ingratitude 

what we had was indefinable 

yet we loved it that way, 

for to find meaning to something 

leads down a convoluted path 

of unwanted discoveries 

what we had wasn't much 

but we were accustomed just 

getting by, 

oblivious to the world's ever inviting 

smile of greed 

and its charms would beguile us 

and suddenly, we weren't enough for 

each other 

It Is Finished

The beginning of a roller-coaster, 

the ride through seemingly never-ending vistas 

sometimes an occasional fear would creep in 

and doubts emerge slowly but fizzle out 

as we got accustomed to the cheap thrills, 

which conquered the doubts 

dismissing them as irrational 

and so we went on drinking, making merry, 

and one day, we gasp with horror 

It is finished!

 

A Festival of Fools

 I am more than convinced, 

in all its grandness, 

that earth is one giant stomping ground, 

is a festival of fools 

 

so much do not make sense, 

like how we are consumed by greed, 

so much that humans are the only animals 

that pay to live on earth 

 

religion has the grandest ideas 

on morality, 

yet so many are evil - even the staunchest 

believers 

Humans are no better than animals 

except humans can rationalize their evil 

The Tale of Chipcho

He is, by virtue, a man whose 

well of excuses never runs dry. 

Given an opportunity, or not, 

he can always rely on a robust cache

excuses. 

He can get away some of the times, 

especially when he is not accountable to himself

He is too lenient with himself - Charles Chipcho 

because Chipcho does what Chipcho wants  

some things may mean the whole world 

for a second, then it doesn't 

everything lasts as long as he does not

find an excuse

or have an iota of care 

 

No Poem Makes Sense

At the touch of something divine, 

A mere moment assumes new significance, 

Yet, basking in the glorious world, words, 

Words diminish the new meaning, perchance, 

ashamed of their own nudity

A poet's words are often a vain attempt, 

To fit an entire world in verse, 

For to freeze time requires more than rhyme 

To paint a moment requires more than canvas 

In each poem are just jumbled words 

 

No perfect poem ever makes sense 

If it does, then it isn't a poem 

No one is obliged to understand a poem 

Many were composed by poets high on drugs 

And the rest battling internal demons