Dreams II

Such is the fate of most brilliant of dreams
That they die in silence, without a whisper or a scream
In the bottom of some heart, unknown unsought
Fade away as figments of thoughts
For men fancy their flight but fear their height
So they let it go without a fight
This world belongs not to dreamers but doers
Those relentless, thorough, prime movers
Ones, who not so often dream,
No time they have to slumber it seem
Yet whatever they dream however modest
Honest they are in their quest
So dare to dream, make in your dreams castles big
Yet not forget, castles however big, is built always brick by brick

words...

What is the value of thy words?
Is it worth the gold that it would fetch, if it were to be sold
Or the fame that it would acclaim, to thy solemn name
Long after thou have gone, cold in thy grave
Or is it the prize for thy maidens heart that thou so badly crave
Or is it just the essence that it contain
To soothe a battered heart brimming with pain
Be that serene northern star
To show way in the darkest hour
What is the value of thy words?
It is but thy choice to make
What thou want to take and what forsake

Taste...

My faith in humanity

Is like a cocktail
Shaken but not stirred
In this short journey called life
I have met creeps, thieves and bastards alike
But so have I witnessed goodness strive
In most unlikeliest of the places alive
I taste them as such
Not let them mix

Ocean...

An ocean oblivious of her depth
Unwittingly so often leapt
To embrace the sky
Far so high
Unaware of the fact
That it’s the sky that in fact
Arches his back and slowly bends
To fade into her at the far end