reflections

There was a time when my heart was pure

My words were for no one but for me to endure
Reflections of an introverted philosophic mind
Scribbled away in back of some notes for no one to find

And today I struggle even with this honest confession
I want even these words to live up to my reputation
‘The poet philosopher’ ‘the all Seeing Eye’
Entrapped in these egos I ve let my soul die

Oh bravo I have made even this rhyme
Yet I know in hearts of heart that I am committing a crime
I am feeding my ego on essence of my soul
Sad I ve ended up as such an asshole

few more drops

My fingers when they move to type
Realize the emptiness that I engulf
Ah yet they are silently aware time is just ripe,
To add to the countless ocean of words few more drops
To mean nothing perhaps
But just to voice my inner strife

Long it has been since I have written anything of meaning
To me or to anyone alive
Yet I need to let go what is held deep within
The fire that burns me slow
Does that rhyme I dunn know
I just know that it time to let go