Closed doors

It is the fear of being too open
That keeps us closed to all without
Yet the time draws nigh
For those walls to crack
Strange and alien it feels
To want that fear, to need
The opening up of self
The reluctance to let go
And more so to hold back
Tears up the wall itself
Never has the uncertainity before
Fed the path to sureness of heart
FOr fear itself seems uncertain.

A moment in time

I blink, and an eternity has passed
As if life itself were ageless
Moving forward at the speed of light
Till it stops, and but a moment has been
For it was that eternity that seemed
Just a flash of time, a mere second.
Now the light surrounds me
Though blinded by it, others are
An understanding, a blessed peace
To ensure sanity, or the lack thereof.
The glow fades, but never leaves the eyes
For only they mirror the soul
Look into them, beyond the facade
Only then, can the truth be seen
In shades of black, blue, brown, grey, green
The core of which never changes
For we are, who we are
Yet we are all the same.

Gladiator

He stood on a field, strewn in roses
Mingling wiht the blood, spilled fresh
And much of old, the colour bled and dried
Sweat on his brow, the sun on his back
His sword, his only support
Deep he breaths, each as painful as the next
Of wounds on his body: bloody and broken
The cheers of the crowd, fall on deaf ears
For he hears nothing, only blood rushing
In his ears, his ragged breathing
Hard to hold on, Harder to let go
So simple would it be, to lay down and die
The beauty of death, when it smiled on him
For he had only to smile back
The thought of dying on bended knee
Is so dishonourable, even in his mind
That his will to survive doesn't defy him
the strength is forced to his trembling legs
His back slowly straightens
And with raised head, the sword is lifted
The applause, the cheers, are there still
Even Death bows to strength and honour.
He is a warrior, soldier, a man, Gladiator.

At the End.

The rose in my hand, I'm sure has blackened
Signifies all that's within, so dark
And bleak like a jagged cliff against the sea
All along I thought it was you, but it was me
Who refused to hear, did not wish to feel
all the words of care, promised from your lips
While I groped, blindly, in the gloom
There it was, right ahead, so close
Yet disbelief that it was something
Wanted and close to my heart, for freedom.
Here we are, shivering in the rain
Anguish clouds my eyes, as I forcibly watch
You find your untimely peace, in the Earth.
Lost am I, and unwilling to be found
Regrets of times I should have seen
Something so plain, for all to view
All the love, all the joy that could have been.
Just another I failed to reach
Here in this time, in this universe
A harsh punishment, this life
That won't stop, like the sands of time
Until I wither and die, as fools deserve
Alone, with little hope and wish
Ragged and tearful.
I cry for times I failed to show,
What I knew, but was afraid to let you know.


Sreedevi.

Western Bharathanatyam Dancer?