My Friend Sadness.

I took a guided tour
Of sadness.
Everything around me
Speaks of happiness
The colours, the scents-
The texture of the roses
More sanguine than blood.
I have the formula
To make people laugh
I have perfected it.
A clown, a willing clown.
Inside my myriad costumes
And behind smiling lips,
So skillfully painted on-
Sadness has claimed helpless
Victory.

Moments

Moment, now, here -stay!
Where is the need for more?
You ask.
I look at it, this moment
I let it strain through my fingers
This moment
Empty.
I juggle all the possibilities
Of this moment
I try to safe-keep
Its taste, its smell
Empty.
I try to listen to it
Please say something!
Anything!
This moment has no voice
Hollow and lame-
Like a forsaken mollusk shell
Empty.
Like me.

Spring

Winter let Spring in
In colours of longing-
This joyous guest
Kissed amidst the chaos
A lonely dew- uninterrupted.
I tire of my soul's winter
And along the little alleyways-
Of my guarded, jealous heart
You danced your way in.
Without ever saying-
Please may I?
Your limpid gaze- yielding
And yet so unyielding.
Your beauty-fragile
And yet so powerful.
There is Spring in you-
In your very being,
In the warmth of your voice.
For every timeless second
I held my breath-enchanted-
Winter found her Spring.

Free

Why is my darkness so dark?
And my light so careless?
The loves that I set free
From myself, far away
They keep calling me
A mad selfish whore.
Where are those silver butterflies
That fluttered delicately once
Deep inside my nothingness-
Setting me free with their flight?
Why are my thoughts so thoughtless
And my meaning so meaningless?
Free me from my freedom
For it enslaves me.