Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Hope in the heart kindled

Land Ahoy!
On the threshold of insanity,
I see the light afar
hoping for it to be the sun,
dreading lest it be a train

Hope in the heart kindled
fear in the mind abound
clutching the crutches i walk
seemingly small the steps seem

Covering oceans if you do believe
and hope is all there is to be
for the end i need to see
and thus i nudge along

Hope in the heart kindled...
and thus I nudge along

Penned this while chatting with a friend.
-Max

Monday, November 19, 2007

Chats from the past

It was a while... a really long time. Some part of me wants to argue that it was unjustified. I was busy... which I don’t think is anything new. Nevertheless, I have not been in touch with a friend who means a lot to me. A small gift is no means to believe that I have been in touch. He is an unlikely friend: grumpy as he (it is a he) can be, does not speak a lot easily, extremely secretive and in many ways different from me.

Friends

In the same breath, there is SO much in common. I do not know if I am any important in his life. Only that I know that I am. Over a period of two and a half years, he was almost like another elder brother to me. Yet, he was the friend. Always there when I needed him. Helping me out... fending for me and taking care of me. Cursing me when he needed to and protecting me when he needed to.

I almost thought of him as a protective hand over me at times. A friend that I wish I could be. A friend I hope and try to be.

Did I wish he were more jovial? Maybe.
Did I wish he were less stiff at times? Maybe.
Did I wish he would listen to me? Sometimes.
Did I wish I had listened to him? Sometimes.
Did I thank god that he was around? All the time.
Did I wish to be like him someday? All the time.

There are so many great instances that I would devalue them by listing. Time and tide wait for none. And as times change… people change. People move to places apart. But, the memories remain…

Dreams and hope has compelled me to move on… to places far away. I hope that some day we are in the same place again… some day!

He's Scared

scared


He can't wait to see her
To meet, to be with her
To watch her as she smiles at him
He's scared

He wants to look into her eyes
To hear her whisper "I love you"
He's scared

He wants to hold her, to stroke her
He wants to feel her wrap her arms around him
To give him all her love
He needs that
He's scared

He wants to fall asleep holding her tight
And wake up that way too
He's scared

He wants to care for her and show her passion
He wants to show her that
And he needs it in return
He's scared

He wants to be in love
He wants her to feel the same
He's scared

He wants her to give him all her trust
And he wants to trust her too
He needs that
He's scared

He was hurt once, he really wants to try
He wants to wipe away the old memories
And the things that made him cry
He's scared

He needed her love but he wouldn't let it be
It was unconditional love but he just couldn't see
And so he backed away from her
He's scared

But she wants him to know that it was true and real
All he had to do is let himself feel
She cared...


This wonderful poem was posted anonymously as a comment to one of my poems. I want to recognize its meaning by bringing it to the fore!
-Max