Friend Beyond Measure

Her smile beckons

Curiosity; and a conversation to start

The girl with the golden heart

Life, love, and unnecessary worry

she meshes together in a pool of curry

Tell me dear, how can we be merry

If you let your ife go by in a hurry

Paranoia; if you master that art

it'll only set you apart

as the girl with the broken heart

Now the girl had a friend rare

with whom she her problems shared

to her she unburdened her mind

for most days she was oh so kind

But her concern was cloaked with words sharp

and hurtful words hit like a dart

in the girl's tender heart

Goodness overflows from the girl

as she watches life unfurl

any hint of threat to her friend

she doesn't hesitate to defend

loyalty can never depart

when life seems to fall apart

for the girl with the purest heart

Misunderstandings; there will be many

reasons and motives could be any

but none could kill the bond

the comfort of which we have grown fond

I wasn't there from the start

Now through thick and thin I wont part

from my girl with the golden heart.

Crush

A chuckle ricochets

through billowing swirls of smoke

A dreamy far-off look

Makes my heart run amok

His shadow betrays a swagger

easily missed when you see

The subconscious effort to please

triggering out of genuinity

Dancing dimples

And smiling eyes full of mush

Perk up, at the sound of melody;

Deepening the hint of a blush

Someday we will play

Life's duet with sweet melody

He'll strum his way into my core

Swarming with pure glee

Though it saddens me to say

That the present may keep us apart

But Future is a jolly good fellow

A shimmering shooting star

Youth

Through the years

Through the angst

Through the thorn bed of youth

We have reached;

Uncharted territory.

We dreamt of a road

lined with rose bushes

red carpeted for our royal tread

But instead we find

our satin slippers,

getting caught in the thorns

slipping, dragging;

pathetically along.

Is it a road,

Or an uphill climb?

Full of life blood

We surge along

On, on

creeping up on the rising sun

Seconds from the top

a stray thought

buzzes in 

and dies stinging the fast settling complacency

What happens

when you reach the beginning of the end?

Do we wait for the sun to set

or bathe in its abundance till darkness seeps in.

Do we wait

till life bleeds us of our youth?

Spattered and Tattered

Uncertainty oozes out of broken memories

Of unfulfilled desires of the heart

How can i move forth into darkness

When I'm unable to shed light on my past

Fear itself cannot fathom

The depths of my quivering pride

Burnt black in the wrath of undeserving trust

Cowering, i turn tail and hide

And even though my heart still leaps

And yearns to frolic about in plain sight

It will take much more than mere inclination

To knife through Ego's sheer might

The Eternal Chameleon

Among the billowing folds

Of the silken stretch of time

I twist and turn and morph

Into a novel form each time

People see me glorified

In my most vibrant hues

And then again I retire

Into a bashful timid muse

Some of my avatars

Bring tears and sheer pride

While others cause commotion

Hurting sensibilities and lives

But beauty is my middle name

Creativity is my wife

Inspiration is my progeny

With Recognition i survive

Friends, admirers my worthy audience

Let your minds play their part

In this charade of mimicking life

For I am the cosmic story-teller; 

I am Art.