A Reflection

04/18/2008

Across the hall sat I
Uncomfortable, out of place
Shifting in my chair
Searching for a pleasant face

I had no conversations,
No views to air
Bored to my wits end
I had nothing to share

Thats when I saw her
Within a noisy crowd
Her presence inconspicuous
Not making even the slightest sound

With a stroke through her hair
A beautiful face she revealed
It was nothing perfect
But to me pleasant it seemed

Her smile was infectious
And personality calming
But her eyes did not twinkle
Betraying that she was acting

The sadness in her face
Although not apparent
The hurt was still there
Chipping away making her blunt

Her thoughts wanted to drift
To their own little paradise
Where nothing could go wrong
A place without deceit and lies

That one glance at her
Rooted me to my chair
I had seen my reflection
And at it I continued to stare

Quest for an Equal Mind

04/15/2008

This is kind of my version of Hank Rearden and his search for Francisco.

Stood he on the terrace
Face beaming with pride
He had finally reached the top
It hadn't been an easy ride

His empire stood below him
Made with his toil and blood
Till the point of collapse
He had crawled through every bit of mud

As he now stood there,
Thinking about his struggle
The victory he had achieved
What had made it possible?

Something was amiss,
He looked around to find he was alone
A metaphor to his future
A dreary fact he would soon bemoan

All his success, All his victories
But never once did he find
A person who could match him
In his spirit, effort and mind

Is there no one in this world? He asked himself
Let him even be a foe
Let him challenge me to my best
I will not ask for more

But let there be someone
I can deal with equally
Who understands what I am
And doesn't ask for charity

It is true what they say
It is lonely at the top
I yearn for that beautiful day
When this search of mine will stop

Symphony

04/14/2008

In the amphitheater the people await
Under the moonlight the orchestra stands
In the silence he raises his hands
To commence with those magical wands

The musicians stand on their instruments
Like the confident knights in the battlefield
Their faces have a steely focus
Those of artists who will never yield

The first sounds set
The tone for the evening
As they harmonize together
Giving symphony its meaning

Decisiveness in every stroke
Clarity in every note
Their unison creates
Music that makes one float

The grandeur and its brilliance is
A statement of sophistication
The rise and the fall of tempo
Is a surge of emotion

Then in the final moment
They reach their peak
As it culminates in a flourish
You are left with more to seek

Insomnia

03/24/08

Its been days now
Since the last time I have slept
Thoughts have stagnated
Every night I have wept

Night by night pain grows
As a shadow through the day
My mind is losing
I don’t know how long I have to pay

It is impossible to hold back
To contain my anger, my fear
I try to hit out violently
But instead I hurt myself deeper

I can't assuage the cause for this
Neither can I destroy myself
The thought of wounding what I love
Will kill whatever I have left

Now there seems no respite from here
So I beg everyone for a cure
Just a few minutes of sleep
Just a few minutes… sound and pure

--Sam

Reason to Live

03/23/2008

The wood was splitting in its columns
One could see the remnants of the gate
The house was crooked and derelict
An apt reflection of his fate

He sat in a cane chair
His eyes staring into infinity
The longing for something was evident
His anticipation disturbed the serenity

Then suddenly with a push of hands he stood up
As if his wait was over
The clatter of small feet broke the silence
And tiny hands reached his fingers to cover

A bright smile appeared on his face
Not for the sun, not for the river
Not for the birds, not for the flowers
This is what he lived for

--Sam