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Searching For Your Name

So, I just want to wait and watch;
You are driving me slowly mad
Like the purple in your hair clips
My soul is right kind of sad
Ink on my puffed up lips
I kissed your poetry tonight 
Blood on my fingertips 
From the verses I had to fight
Now people they come and claim
That they know you as well as me
They may have tasted one drop sometime 
But don’t know the depths of this sea
And I have fallen and I am falling 
Hand me the hem of your chiffon dress
And I have called and I am calling
To surrender my pieces of chess
For it’s you who hold me now
Gravity is not part of the game
Let go and you shall see just how
I get lost in the search of your name
So, I just want to wait and watch;
You are driving me slowly mad
Like the purple in your hair clips
My soul is right kind of sad

The History of Hope

He was born broken; one of a kind,
A scarecrow one can find
Here and there with splintered limbs 
Taught to always be half blind 
He was afraid even being undead
As if everything he never said
Can be heard through the silence 
Warring inside his uneven head

His name he remembered still
Amen; meaning to fulfil
But there were ashes in his waistcoat 
Of people he hurt but forgot to heal
So he ran and walked and also crawled 
Eyes wide for one who had solved
How a caterpillar in the end
In a butterfly gets evolved 

Days he spent in the random heat
With shivering hands and on hobbling feet
And at night he sought strangers known
Who could tell where few roads meet
And on bed made of carpet and cold
He laid his flesh when it could no more hold
The dreams of being young again
When the promises were getting old

And in the morning, midst the fallen dew 
He thought of his life when it all was new
Now what he has was being taken away
When he already had so few
But as the sun climbs its ladder high
He marches once more to relive the lie
Believing same as Icarius
Wearing feathers would make him fly

And even today you can catch his glimpse
The old man, who begs and limps, 
Through the mirror of mortal minds
He is the maker of all the hymns 
One who tosses the coin for sun and rain
The progeny of unrequited pain
Hear his heartbeat as your own 
And in your vein his name: Amen.