LOVE

Love is like a torch in the dark night,

It lights the steps through the doubts of life.

Love knows what is right,

And its deeds of grace beat strife.

All the time, love hopes to be a cure

For those hearts with no dreams.

Love is not a cheap lure,

Love makes plain life’s themes.

Love is a verb, it’s not a noun,

Its goal is to spread peace and glee.

Love walks through the towns and hands out crowns.

No one can to buy it; love is free!

No hates, no wars, no smears

Can drown love’s great flames.

At each place where love goes, it is cheered;

To save lives and to build strong pacts are its aims.

Love sprays dry hearts with fresh drops.

Love keeps free from harm to those who seek its roots.

When a soul cries but is mute,

Love spurs dance and joy-filled hops.

Love has a pure and praised rite,

It brings souls back to life through a new chance,

It brings to bear the good will with sleight,

And keeps sense on a right stance.

Love does not stalk, nor coerce.

Love deems these two rules high:

Do not curse,

Do not be sly.

Love leaves a good trace on its way

And cleans the paths of stone.

A grey day can be a great day

When love’s gifts are shown.

Time is the best love’s friend

And long life is its prize.

To be poised is love’s trend;

With love’s code, a fool comes to be wise.

Love flows with good will and trust in meek hearts,

But love flees from the grudge and gall.

Each word of its foes is like a blunt awl,

But love’s words are quelled darts.

Love is rich when it shares its skills

And it goes more than one mile.

Love fills life with great thrills,

And my heart likes its style.

THE PLEA

My whole heart is a wreck.

Light is weak in my eyes and

The air hums a sad tune in my ears.

I feel blank while I smoke my crack

And my throat gulps pep pills with drinks.

My mind flies till the third sky, but I can’t find calm.

My pulse beats fast and my lips have dried up.

My skin soaks the sheets of my bed,

My legs and hands are frail, they shake.

I’ve burned my brain for no end.

My dreams have turned to ash,

My hope has sunk in the mud of rue.

Swords of fright stab my soul,

My nose is stiff with the fierce white dust.

I am in dire straits with this black choice.

My sense is out of bounds,

My breath shakes with death throes

The end, the end has come.

Thoughts of shame go round my heart:

When did I lose sight of my sound mind?

Why did I not hear mom’s and dad’s rules?

How can I get a new chance?

On my dark trip to this hell,

I can see a flare, up, at the top of the hole.

A huge hand slides down and takes me.

In no time at all, I am hauled up to a cloud,

Drops of tears cleanse my soul

And my sense turns clear.

It looks like a new start.

My flesh and bones feel strange.

My blood runs pure in my veins.

I’ve been saved from the jaws of death!

A calm voice fills my ears,

Sweet words flood my mind;

A warm look wraps my heart,

Then, I lift my eyes with a dazed look.

In front of me, the most grand soul;

With knees bowed close to me,

She holds my head on her thighs.

My sole love in life.

With a broad smile on her face

And deep faith in her words,

She says to me,

“Dear, the Lord heard my plea.”

IN THE PLACE OF PRAYER

If you yearn for peace of mind
And for rest in your soul,
Find them in the place of prayer.

 If you want to clean your dark past

And to start a new life in the light,
Bend your knees in the place of prayer.

 If yours eyes are dried of tears

And your heart has blown up with thick blood,
Fix them in the place of prayer.

 If your mouth pours out bleak words

And your mind is full of fears,
Purge them in the place of prayer.

 If your hope is lost

And love is out of reach,
Catch them in the place of prayer.

 If joy in your face is off

And the faith does not bear fruits,
Find the sense of life in the place of prayer.

 If your steps are mired in the muck of sins

And your hands are bound in chains of vice,
Be free in the place of prayer.

If you think that God is too far

And you are not in His thoughts,
Reach out to Him in the place of prayer.

MY BEST FRIEND

A friend might share a warm cup of tea, but

My best friend lends me his soul with mirth.

A friend spends spare time with me, but

My best friend shares his life.

A friend is like a fast wind, but

My best friend is a mild, fresh breeze.

A friend speaks nice words in my ears, but

My best friend tells the truth to my heart.

A friend might give me a piece of bread, but

My best friend shows me how to bake it. 

A friend could be kind with my quirks, but

My best friend feeds my strengths and dreams.

A friend is like a shrub with bright green leaves, but

My best friend is a tree full of fresh fruit.

A friend comes and goes in life, but

My best friend dwells in my whole heart.