Letter to Hope

LETTER TO HOPE

Dear Hope,

To you my last of chances

I scribble here, my blood as ink

The lot my trembling fingers could

Two more breaths and I am done

But my sword shall remain homeless

For I am a man willing to change destinies

Bathed with tortures from yesterday

Nourished by today’s pains

I see my rainbow all in black

My confidence in ruins

No condolences to console

These creepy feelings of worthlessness.

My path lies lurked

And I scrabble hopelessly

They call me a hopeless fool

A consequence to an uncircumcised breed

If only I can perceive the breath of hope

Chorusing dark edges to light

The pathfinder shall find his path

His soul delightedly aflame.

Teary eyes, hurting knees

Memories of those winter vigils

To the Guardian of all souls

So I prayed

Let my will be lost in thine

My lost soul to redeem

Now I beseech you O hope

A timely cure for my sores

If time heals all wounds

Your reply in earnest I wait.

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.