The Ocean’s fool.

Through the haunting hall of memories

That’s now scarred of red and blacks

He walked with daggers through the back,

That he drew upon himself

Keep walking,

The owl has hooted downfall

For guilt my boy is your pal

Live with it and in death

For your own grave will call out

Of names your mind had barred.

What is your flight then?

Words? Diplomacy? Stance?

The fallen leaf you walked over,

It’s tree is hounding you now.

Your option is to run for life while you’re dead and not.

Whimpering cries of the sand,

The dark night waves have heard.

Where ever you may swim,

Your life lies at the waters’ base.

With deeds you drew upon self

Revenge is not my thing, but you,

'You' are the ocean’s fool

She smiles.

So she smiled at you today,

The smile that could light up the stadium of your heart,

That you dint let.

She smiled at you, with those shrilled laughs,

It still echoes, you know.

You wouldn’t admit it, she knows.

So as she lets you play this game,

Of light and shadow, of hide and seek,

While a part of her is dying each day

She smiled at you.

Every time she did,

She sent a part of her your way

Which you gracefully returned

That she kept safe in her eyes’ diamond drops

So she smiled, she always does

Sometimes, for you.

Sometimes, for the belief in you, that she still believes.

Sometimes, for the dreams she dreams of you.

Sometimes, to show she is as happy as you.

But mostly, because your silence has painted thousand lies,

She knows it all, she smiles!

I’ll wait the endless wait!

 In every breath, in every blink

In every question hard to sink

In every sunset, every rise,

In every meet that won’t suffice

In every warm summer’s offset,

In the glimpse of a dancing silhouette,

Like the burning fire on the melting ice,

Even in the inexplicably intertwined ties

In the dead silence of the night,

In the battle of heart and the might,

In every debt, life be the price

Whatever the result be, of destiny’s dice

 In the war of truth and fright

With the sudden promise of a bright light

In every moment big or trivial

In every delight unreal

In each carefully woven reverie

In every plea and prayer

In hopeless hope and plight

As every castle builder’s right

In many tries and painful retreats,

In the little denials and sweet deceits

In the very aberrant life’s symmetry

In this rush of mad poetry

 Against the designs of fate,

In the hours of dawn, dusk and late,

I’ll wait at this guarded gate,

I’ll wait this endless wait!

This was penned somewhere in January. Brings back innocent memories... Happy reading! :)