Gravity

All the stars that orbit around

A galaxy a mass of gas all along

Through gravity, eternally bound,

Staying and gliding where they belong

Known surroundings keeping them aground

Keeping the from getting wound

Only dreams and hopes guiding us along,

Our near and dear and a mind sound, keeping us from wrong

Our little suns at the centre guiding us round

Among our stars, keeping us downed

Making us ask
Am I in a galaxy?
Or
Is there a galaxy in me?

Realising each of us has infinites bound

In our hearts the universe sounds

Telling us that we are both in a surround

Love at the center and what goes around

Making us hope

That in all this merry go round

The universe has a plan for each one of us to go around.

The Coding of Poetry

Poets and coders are not so far off from one another, 

Coders write code bound to a syntax,
We write our hearts our bound to a language.
We try and find strange new ways to create new interpretations,
They express their emotions, as vivid as their imagination will allow them.
They express block of strange code and equate them to objects,
We use our similes to expresses beauty relative to objects or memories.
They use their compilers to communicate with the machines,
We try and use the iambic parameter to communicate with humans masquerading as machines.
After all this we ask, who is they and who is I?
If not different sides of the same coin?
Anonymous and Wordsworth both artists of compare.
With each creating beauty in their own relative language.
And to all the coders and poets at heart.
We only aim to create a machine verse that we can dedicate to our hearts.

Letters from Beyond

On that final journey
Through that long road,
What does one take,
And where does one go?

If death were the final act,
Then why does my memory live?
If death is a fleeting end,
Then why does the pain linger?
If death is a constant never changing,
Then how do my beloved ever recover?

If only had I known these questions earlier,
Maybe my actions could’ve been merrier.
Looking behind at the carnage I left,
“Was it worth anything I forsook behind.

Watched I had

As she cried herself to bed at night,
Afraid to let other even catch her eye
Terrified of going out again,
Alone, in a world so great.
Trying and being strong for everyone’s sake,
Inspite of all the gashes I made,
Putting on a smile and pushing ahead, every day.

What choice did I have?
After you left with everything I had.
You made my world go round,
Till you let me believe, till eternity you had gone.
What point was living, without my life,
To what would I dedicate my victory songs,
Or to whom would I details my conquests and my loss.
Afraid to come to an empty home at last,
I resolved to keep your love for eternity at heart,
And with it I commit myself,
To the only eternal constant,
With all your thoughts on my mind,
Loving you to the bitter end

Earthly Troubles

In these customary regimen,

Along these sordid specimen.

We long for just a tiny bit of liberty,

That may yet cost us dearly

In these lonely halls,

Along, in our solitary strolls.

We dream of the wind our hair,

That which our bronchi wouldn’t despair

In those scorching moments

Along those stony embankment.

We wish for those pearly drops of rain,

That, has not turned to acid to cause pain

In these grand moments,

Among those lofty monuments.

We look, long and hard ahead,

That, bequeath my children shall, this planet dead.

A Country’ Debt

Trudging down, his humility his crown
Patriotism was not a word, lightly thrown around.
For each man, must earn his place,
Among these brothers whose history you could trace.
To hallowed halls of elegance and grace,
Filled with valour, against every enemy they faced.

These pictures, lining these hallowed halls,
Each had a story, that could fill a wall.
Each had a family and souls they loved,
Yet to heed the greater good they bowed.
Served their mother will all their will,
And to protect her and her children, used all their skill.
Till their last breath they fought along.
Side by side, so that their country could live long.

Now, home they brought her warrior dead,
The one, who for country had bled.
Lying cold under death’s veil,
As his mother begged god to right the scale
To take her but nor her precious little bear.

Now home they brought her warrior dead.
His body heavy with lead.
Home they brought those unseeing eyes,
Which ones held promises and goodbyes.
She had to go on without those hands,
That loved her, even through all her demands.
Oh what would she tell the little souls
Who shared his smile and probably his goals.

Terrified she was as he grew,
Unknowing if he would stroll along the same avenue,
Praying, he would stroll along that path,
Defending a country, that had shown her only wrath,
For all those who end up on those hallowed walls,,
Only end up as a footnote in history’s scrolls.
She wished he wouldn’t wander down that path,
Because, if anything, she couldn’t bear the aftermath.
For once, home they brought her warrior dead,
And with him, she had paid this country’s debt.

The Price of Victory

Victorious he stood
His sword dripping his foe’s blood,
Left was no one,
Vanquished through all of the war.
Gone was every home and every son.

Empty halls and silence’s cries,
Were all that was left, for him to rule by.
And with his victory now complete,
He looked up and asked:

What good came of me fighting this war,
If only for you to take everyone away?
What value of the valour I spend, to protect?
If everyone you had decided to forsake?
What was life’s worth? O Sacred river,
That you swallowed all my near and dear.
Oh, of what use is my victory,
If all I have left is heartbroken misery,
And a my love to wrap my arms around,
But rather only death’s endless waiting charms.

A Demon’s Strength

Looking down from those snowcapped peaks,
Treading along those forgotten blue streaks,
Standing in freezing water, like stoic greeks,
Bearing all the freezing wind, for what my heart seeks.

Those choppy currents with their sweeping force,
Battling along to change my deadly course,
In the mast breaking storm, right at its source,
So that face you when I shall, show no remorse.

These frightening forests,
Full of dark deep ghost.

Those frightening plummets,
From atop these glacial summits.

Those whistling gusts,
cutting hard into earth’s crust.

Only serve to console me,
That I shall soon be close to thee.

Thee for whom

Ever demon shall I face,
Every summit I shall chase,
Every abyss I shall dive,
and every shadow I shall pry.

For she,

Turns my ghosts scared
And every summit, with ease fade.
Helps me take the winds blade,
and keeps guiding me home safe