Catharsis

Lying awake,
All curled up in bed,
Taking stock of,
Where life has so far led...

A few burning questions,
Unanswered as yet,
A few desires,
That haven't been met...

A few lingering doubts,
Still persist,
Like the urge to break free,
That I've always tried to resist...

Missing you

Written for someone special...

It seems just yesterday,
When we went our separate way,
Yet the moment's long gone,
We've parted, I'm forlorn,
Clinging onto belief,
Yearning for relief,
From the pain inflicted,
Waiting, nay begging, for the day,
When it shall be lifted,
When, stare into your shimmering eyes, I may,
Into your ears, sweet nothings, whisper.

I was so fortunate that we met such,
Who'd have thought we'd get along so much,
And in a narrow span of time,
You have all but become my life,
Constrained as I am with words that rhyme,
I can't clearly articulate my strife,
Yet I attempt to surmise:

I miss you more each passing day,
And I cling onto memories we shared along the way,
And each brief talk with you,
The moments, they seem so few.
Quickly trickling by,
Amazing me at how time does fly,

I miss you when the sun holds sway,
And I miss you when it fades away,
I miss you when the moon shines pale,
And I miss you when the stars, the sky regale,
And with each passing moment, with each heart's sigh,
As the moment we shall finally meet again draws nigh,
I miss you all the even more,
Eagerly waiting for you to touch shore.

Life as I think it

Music:
Golden memories: notes melodious,
A few discordant tones,
Mixed together to create,
The orchestra called life.

Art:
A blank canvas at the start,
Parents and teachers, on it,
They paint their work of art,
Someone's masterpiece, named life.

Travel:
Ventures to places unknown,
Adventures where we are seldom alone,
Rather accompanied by companions we find,
To aid us in this journey called life.

Life:
It has a beginning,
It has an end,
Yet its more than what's between the two segments,
Yeah, its difficult to comprehend,
Is His miracle, called life.