the new dawn

you and your love for me,
makes me go back in time.
to the faraway I belong .
den I look back to see
that we are miles apart

i love all your songs, your melodies
but today, when you confess your love
in this splendid moment i realise
I had been far too immersed in the rest,
the new, the promising tomorrow’s dawn,
that I forgot the old heart,
the melody of my very own roots.

She might write it better,
Her poems and proses may be sweeter
Stand by me, for tonight I am alone
thoughts full of sorrow, swerving in soft drone
know that when you let my words fall,
that which is left of me be nothing,
but a face ravaged with grief.

the sweet sleep

Yearning grips the wayward mind,
to succumb to sweet nothingness of sleep,
let them dreams take their life.
begone to the beginning of the end,
of today's chores, off the tiresome day,
feel the sweet breeze that caress my eyelids
tempting and wooing and calling softly
shall i go, and rest there,
happily for the day's end?