Tired

I am tired,
of cleaning up on others' mess
of running around
on a wild goose chase
of love that had always been,
but shrugged away and never seen;
of ghosts of the past relics alive
and haunting of the present time;
Of mind so confused and eyes crying
in rivers of not, but what should have been mine;
In times of loyalty, love and rhyme,
dwelling excuses that never did sublime,
lest there should be a sun shining high,
Yet its always dark, no rays on me shine.
And yet I wake up for that blind sun,
who deny my very existence,
 leave me to burn
in the cold chime wave of its scorching flame,
And me breathing my love for her as anthem!!!

But not all could sustain my breathing soul
For the one, that I had always thrived
for the last time to meet her eyes,
And she walked away on my burning pyre
Letting me lay silent amidst the fire
Oh yes, I am tired...
Oh yes, I am tired...... 

I Confess

I must confess I did drown in those eyes
in the bold brown sand under the blue skies,
Of the laughter that echoed 
on those known roads walked 
and of the stories untold yet out of the box.

I must confess I never had been quiet
yet my thoughts spoke aloud by another sight.
Of the myriad patterns in pursuit of happiness
yet forgetting the very precious moment alive.

I must confess I have always looked back
of things that might have 
and tread past the present
and yet now i feel in harmony
of being me with the one
and the rest sublime in an endless eon.

And the things I confessed might have always lingered
Had I not met the one to have treed along
of the dawn colored with patience 
the day basked under thy rays
the dusk in thee sweet separation
and the night ending amidst the echoing silence.

And yet i remain silent
I still confess, I still confess....