Half Full Glass

Benevolent winds chase my actions,

A clear vision of the blue sky, my eyes seek not the nature's beauty alone..

But the glory of sound of the sea 

Compassion runs thicker than blood in my veins,

Clear waters sweep me off my feet,  content yet melancholic my heart sings a different melody,

One of finer journeys, something like Fur Elise, known around the world yet unknown, a tune like that resembles the song of my heart,

Softer in synth, sharper bass, and quiet at the mic

It could be the washing away of the sand off my feet, or the weight off my chest, 

I have often let my dreams unfurl, to meet the realms of the world

Disappointment being a part and parcel of this journey like everyone else's

Yet somewhere I feel I've reached a milestone called 'someplace nice', some find it in their hearts, I feel it's just a state of mind, 

My eyes found the world underneath the star laden sky last night, 

I found the moon right where I locked my gaze, 

I'm awaiting a lull, this furious pacing of my mind must standstill, 

I take a step forward, the water breaks my stride, 

I've realized one only goes forward and never back, 

Lost glories, partial stories and unrequited emotions like water, must not break us and only our pace, that too only from time to time

'cause life is too short for misery and mundane lives

Live the life that you dream when you close your eyes, 

Jaded in nature's arm or in a chair with your face perched on a screen, do what it takes to call it a good life. 

Moonchild

Courtesy-Kaethe Butcher

Why wouldn’t you come out in the open and revel in your failures?

The dying breath of a love you’ve been working on,

The silence of disappointments reeking in the family room,

The quick sight of a dwindling career,

The angst of accomplished friends,

Losing sight of familiarity,

Coming to terms with reality

Why wouldn’t you come out in the open and caress your memories?

The dismal state of your former wellbeing speaks volumes of the voice you miss

This aching heart of yours brims with emotions beyond your comprehension, beyond your mind’s checklist and your heart’s deepest desires and wants

The moment when you held your mama’s hand to take your first steps only to fall down

The days when you played in the Sun, unaware of the dirt or the leering glares

You shunned it all out, and yet you have it locked inside

Glories of soccer, Nintendo and Keenan alike, you wear on your sleeve with delight,

The memories of these glories you take away from light

Why wouldn’t you come out in the open and bare your broken heart?

With the everlasting sight of being in your lover’s arms

The unspoken reality of drowning in kisses for far too long

The unbearable denial of the fire running out, and bringing you down

The eyes that met once across the room all comforting and warm feel like chagrin now in the eyes remnants of your peace and calm

Why wouldn’t you come out in the open and speak your mind?

Those failures make us the individuals that we are,

Unrequited love is not only a thing of art, but more so the undying melody of a stronger heart

Men and women cannot be the same, and never apart

Like bones to your limbs

And blood to your heart

We all need the failures, the scars, the pain, the art to survive in this world of ours.

Take it easy, moonchild, fall over and over then begin again from the start,

Where you leave your story to unfold, there begins your art

Come buy me some soda, we’ll breathe some Mary Jane and from my closet-heart,

We’ll try to figure out Monty Python and the Holy Grail right from the start.