Afraid

Why be afraid of the snow
that scalds the skin
and blinds the eye.

Be afraid of the snow
that freezes the passion
and chars the heart.

Why be afraid of the fall
that bruises the knees
or soils the socks.

Be afraid of the fall
from the heights of euphoria
or from the charms of the new.

Why be afraid of the things

you have in some way 

hidden from the world.

Be afraid of the things

that you don't know

about yourself till now.

Why be afraid of the distance

that can be walked

with others or alone.

Be afraid of the distance

that you have walked

already thus far.

Why be afraid of the dark

that you can still 

stumble your way through.

Be afraid of the dark

that resides somewhere

deep inside the heart.

Why be afraid of the end 

that came for you 

a bit too soon.

Be afraid  of the end 

from where you are

now going to start.

Reconcile

What my mind knows doesn't match
with all that my heart remembers.
I am trying to reconcile
the Januaries and Novembers.

I am looking at you
but trying to remember your face.
For years of fading and weathering
has cleaned up the slate.

Every days I take a look
and every day things are new.
Are my eyes changing,
or is it you.

A fragrance reminds me of a touch
and a touch reminds me of a flavor.
Churning inside my head are
recollections, reverberations.

Recollections only affirm,
that it isn't. It was.
The fervour is intense
but its a new game after the pause.

Whats logical doesn't converge,
towards what is practical.
Its not about how to act,
but if there is a need to act at all.

But not now.. .

I was able to see the beauty
in the sadness of your eyes
But now I have lost the appreciation.

I was able to feign interest
in the mundane of things in life
but now I have stopped doing it.

I was able to feel the pride,
in wearing badges the world gave me
but now I have stopped wearing them.

I was able to hold up
the standards I imposed on my self.
But now I couldn't care less.

I was able to reciprocate
the warmth of your heart
but now I can only shrug it off.

I was able to touch
the desire and let go
but now I can hardly get enough.

I was able to agree
yet still hold my ground
but now I squirm at discord.

I was able to be correct

yet care

but now I care not to.

I was able to say
it back with no guilt
but now I have heard enough.

I was able to, but now..