bare

Wind piercing through my skin,
blades of grass casting shadows in the sunlight dim,
a hood over my head,
hearing the mountains say the unsaid,

for the first time feeling my pounding chest,
no more worrying about the rest,
lying my head on the ground,
Listening more than ever to that inner sound,

counting the withered leaves along the trail,
will this be the times i'll fail?
then I look up and sigh,
see the flowers on the tree, knowing i'll never stop to try,

huddled in this corner,
contented, gone is the feeling of bieng a mourner,
the waves crashing against the rock,
a lost ship I was in them, I've finally found my dock,

I want to believe in you,
you're telling me everything's going to be okay,
a voice calls out,"it's time to go" it says,
Taking one last look, hoping tomorrow will be a different day.

Little brown package

A thump on the door,
A stranger had left a little brown package on the floor,

picking it up I jiggled it around,

it seemed to be empty, I could hear no sound,

those odd puzzled expressions grasped my face,

the excitement when I first learnt to tie up my lace,

rummaging for something to cut the thread,

Ah! the scissor under my bed,

the crinkling of the crispy brown paper filled my ears,

What lay inside left me with tears,

I opened up an envelope which read,

The 'mysteries of the holy grail of life are unraveled' it said,

I raised my brow in suprise,

I looked in thrice,

I was quite sure nothing was there,

hoping something would happen, i stare,

and then out of the fog a thought comes to me,

what if this is how life is meant to be,

just like a an empty box,

It felt right, like i had finally come around the rocks,

the four walls that bound it together,

were God, mother, father and me, they'd last forever,

when you feel like you're going to fall,
there would be behind four walls,

Though it seems everyone's completely apart,

their the same at heart,

yours is a little brown package fine,

and so is mine.