Why Look for a Connection?

Are we that insecure?
Do we really think the world recognizes us,
Through those that have long gone from us;
Not knowing how to care about us
Because,
We never have crossed their minds?

What thoughts do they spare about us?
Also, why should they care?
They live in the present,
Why should we resent?

Can't we be proud of who we are?
What we could achieve within our reach, not far.
Living in the present, not in the past
There are more mortals far deserving
The Harping
Than those we can't see, but admire.

If we could just open our eyes now,
And see that none of that telling matters.
Ho!
We would be judged by none other,
But the ones we think
Less matter.

Wake up!
The world doesn't want to know
How or why
A lost link,
Could to a country bring,
So much of an importance.

Tell me! ... Are we that spineless and inferior,
That we'd always have to look for
"A connection"
To prove that we matter?

Fire

Why on earth do we think,
Fire always burns?
Is this what inhibits
Our mortal fear,
Or just
Something we were told?

Have we even for a second
Stop to think about-
A life without it?
Would we be living the same
Life of comfort, life with ease,
Had it not been for "Fire"?

Have we ever considered
The other untold side
Of how gentle and kind,
Ever caring and giving,
Fire, amongst all
As a source could be?

Come to think,
It's just fair for It be a source
That inspires metaphors-
Of love, passion, anger, pain and angst
For it sure would Burn,
If not handled carefully.

It's about time

It's about time
We have faith
It's about time
We talk about faith
I was once asked,
What do you believe in?
HOPE or FAITH?
My answer, with a reason...

Hope, I don't.
It only makes me appear weak
Faith, believe i do
It's the one thing that makes me
strong,

To fight for what I believe in
To visualize things differently
To grow as long as I shall live
To revert the impossibilities
To accept what others call "Change"

For with it,
I don't stop and wait for things to happen
I strive towards making them happen
the way I wanted them to.
That one fine day
I'd look back and say...
Faith! you see?

I don't hope things happen
I have faith that they will happen
For that to be so,
There at least, would have been
One human, one soul.
Who'd have had
The same faith that I do.
That changes would happen
and She if not He,
would have worked and contributed
towards a cause, a change;
with a "human touch".

It's the one thing you see,
That drives you and me
For without faith,
Nothing moves!
No driving force to compel us.
For we'd be happy to wait
and contribute to crowd
An Audience:
That's just too scared to move
to find for Itself
what's beyond the Present.

Faith, Thus!

I

If I were to die tomorrow
would someone shed a tear?
I'm sure there'd be someone to do so
Even if for today they'd say, No!
What is with life and death
that both seperate and unite us then?
Is it just to put up a face
or tell others we could be amazed?
I've pretty much lived life
The way I wanted to
I have no regrets so far
and I don't foresee one too
To some, I'm just plain stupid
To others, to myself untrue
But why should I be giving answers?
as long as I am "I".

Beauty in Frames: Of White Flowers and Purple Centipedes

What beauty do these flowers exude!
One step for a closer look,
Then one more and past them I go
It was a whole lot unlike I have seen before
Behold the beauty, I was simply stunned
The trees enveloped in a morning-like mist
Green, red, yellow all of them in frames
Where’s my camera? I just can’t miss this!
With much regret, back I had to turn,
Just to be engrossed, encapsulated and enchanted
Once again by them. White flowers!
I have to rush back to grab my camera… or so I thought,
My eyes went down to check my path, Just to realize
Three bright-purple centipedes marching lightning-speed soldiers-like
Up and down encircling my path.
Closer I bend, two groups of brown arthropods all clambering
Least interested in what’s happening around
The purple centipedes disappeared,
Then back in a blink of an eye
Performing the same routine as if programmed
I have to rush to get my camera I recall
And I woke up.

The Calm

It was sunrise
No it has to be sunset
She was taking a stroll by the beach
Is it really sunset?
Forget about it!
Here is what happened

She was on a stroll
I remember it was a beach
Because there was a sea side by side
But with no sound of the waves
Nor the seagulls as is usually the case
But it was that orange yellow sunset sky for sure
She was walking as if everything is as
She'd planned it to be
Unperturbed.

Then, a gushing wind
She stayed calm
Though engulfed in the wind
that rolled into a giant ball
It was translucent
Then turned black as the night
As she continued on her path
as though she knew it before hand that
That's what it'd be like
To walk into
The calm
In the sunset, in the vast open
With no beginning nor end.