Unknown Poems

On a lake I'm drifting.
When a wind begins to blow my craft at will.
The moon silhouettes on the lake, the trees upon the shore, and sounds of wildness pervade the skies.
While drifting on my boat, without oars.
Which heading should I take?
Possibilities satiate my head.
All in a feeble attempt, to preserve the self, within.
Yet in the end I must concede to the will of the wind.
For anything else is but a fallacy entertained.

Gazing into the water.
Distorted likenesses of my face I perceive.
Emotions of helplessness surmount me.
While drifting on this boat with merely me.
Somehow, I must surrender this kismet.
To the forces that eternally be.
While the wind blows upon the lake.
And the moon makes silhouettes of the trees.
I must discern the corporeality of life.
While on this lake, alone, with merely me.

It’s only water, that creates a tear

It’s only  a  moment till it’s falling

makes it disappear

In the morn on hues of green

Lay  the drops from the night

Shed by one unseen

Tears wept for a world of sorrow

Laying, sparkling, diamonds

Casting rays of hope

And the thirsty world drinks

And the drops give life

And we crave for more

In the morn

In the crisp air

In  the emotions there

With all this around

We feel, which makes us real

Here, amongst the tears