Grandpa

This is a simple hearted poem that I wrote when my grandfather passed away. This poem is one of the ones that inspired me to pursue poetry as a hobby and the heart's atonement.

Grandpa

I know that you are watching over me,
from stars up and about,
I know that you care for me,
For I feel your eternal love,
Grandpa why did you leave me,
Is it to go to your ancestral abode.

Our talks were needless of words,
For you knew me as a lad,
Toddling past your busy path.

Gramp's I don't know when I will meet you again,
Whether in this life's end or the next one,
Just know that I will always love you.

Aviary: Anguish Of A Withered Soul

I know what a caged bird feels, Alas!
Squatting in its wretched perch,
A being chiseled out of clay,
Longing for the day she can fly to the blue.

Each day the longing envelopes,
As she looks for the very clue,
The clue of her life that's waiting to lurk,
As the predator turns to its toes.

She knows as all caged birds do,
That one day she will flee,
And with that freedom she will glee,
As onwards to the sky she shall glide.

The wind shall hit her,
As she sails through the storms,
The smooth tidings and the heavy rain's,
She shall brave them all.

Longing for that happiness,
Beating her wings determined to be free,
She beats till her blood sheds on the bar,
She beats till it stains with her tears.

She awaits for the very day,
Knowing not whether she would attain,
That one thing she longs for,
Alas! I know what a caged bird feels.

Saga: The Story Continues

Travelling onwards the wagon of life,
Staring into the blackness; the unknown,
Like a lions jaw mawing over,
Waiting on as if deaths scepter ready to sow.

The wait being a mind bending torture,
Sometimes like a kids game; fun,
Other times a lover's symphony,
And finally things that crack you.

For one to grasp acknowledgment and peace,
For the heart kindled through fire,
One has to see the future,
Beheld by the palms of destiny.

Too many paths unbridled,
Every one worthy of the kin,
But emotions over adventure,
As one regards the sins.

As each choice unfolds,
Timelines come to a shift,

As the picture finally unreels,

Drama of a new scene begins.

Each scene's essence a true beauty,

A mixture of emotions ridden,

A surging tide passes through,

As one battles his hidden.

Life's choices are meant to be,

Each second a forlorn story,

Like a leaf flipping over,

Each moment can begin anew.

As the Saga: The Story Continues.

Glider

My heart leaps when I behold,

These mountains laying far and untold,

Come have I to glide over the sky,

but still have I a little fear to fly.

Practiced for this moment have I everyday,

Come here have I this very May,

When the flowers blossom and the trees whisper,

the wind a silent tune and the birds twitter,

Eyes of mine are full of tears,

For I have to lose all of my little fears.

My heart leaps when I behold,

These mountains laying far and untold.

It is time to glide over the sky,

It is time for me to fly.