Tears

tears only you shall get,
being a poet
that’s what in your fate.
if it’s only tears
that I be blessed with,
shall collect all the tears,
yes, I shall,
and treasure them well.
the day when
nature takes her blessings away,
and life becomes a barren desert,
may be, just may be,
my dear,
those drops of tears
shall be most precious
gift of life.

Seeking Redemption

Denying culpability for our own demise,
We commit harakiri a thousand times.
Writing our self obituaries, we
Hitch our sails to winds of wants.
Surrendering the wheels of our lives
To captains unknown,
Children of destiny
We squander our own rights.
Mastering the art of self victimization,
We mortgage our souls.
Seeking meaning without comprehension
We rue our fate and
Play the blame game.
Prisoners of our own deceit,
When all hopes are lost
We seek redemption
From an unknown god.