And, so I rest my case.

I could do in the absence of your sweet grace,

For, what worth is of worth of water to a wilted flower?

Though a surreptitious desire and a denial conflate

And while sulk I a li’l more in my sole crafted melancholy

And to draw onto a mortal close and never dwell upon

This labyrinthine dalliance, this nemesis of a past quantum,

This ineffable propinquity, this serendipity’s wait.

No sir, I yearn for no more than your obsolesce, of being, existence.

For I’ve had it good and, hence I rest my case!  

Aren't you my Raymond?

Sometimes, it’s hard to explain what you’ve felt is right

 How the sound of that name, has left a smile for that night

Numb knees, breathless breath, a clinchy fright

What shall thy name be? a delirious delight?

You take me to places I’ve never been,

You take me to places inside of me, I’ve never seen,

 Are you love? Are you life? Or everything in between?

What shall they name be?  A beautiful mirage unforeseen!

An illusion, an existence, I’ve grown fond,

Aren’t you a dream? Perhaps my poetry! Or beyond

As words to the writer, as precious as a diamond,

What shall thy name be? Aren’t you my Raymond!

*This one's an oldy I thought I'd lost. Appears I haven't.
Talk of old times and random poetry! :D 

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! :) 

True lie.

To every askance silenced,

And to watch the dance of pretence

To match your will with deed

I saw, to fires what you did feed

And still games do play

Are these lives or dolls of clay?

While we watch and that alone

And clutch onto what’s gone

Why do shadows cry?

Why do dreams die?

And the truth nothing but a deceiving lie! 

Walls and hope!

There are limits on the desires for dreams,

Or are there?

Aren’t they just walls, to silence the screams,

To keep out wants, unfair?

It’s when one reaches the finality of what one wants,

That you grapple with the walls of can’ts

Or are they walls or just the boundaries we’ve drawn?

Don’t after the game, they go back to the same box, even the king and the pawn?

The walls show no mercy no love.

But when all one needs, don’t they…

Shoulder a cry, suppress the sigh, keep an unsigned vow?

And too, the questions out of the way

When one has nothing left to say?

Then there are walls, tough as lies,

When hurting your knuckles wouldn’t be wise

But devastate the wall that now stands grown

Just in the way fundamentally built down

Involve the logic, not the trick

You bring them down, brick by brick!

How exemplary can walls built be,

That is high so to keep a thicket turmoil free;

But also adequately short at rest

That allows the breeze, the sunset to nest!

As to building confining walls in the mind,

Let’s build no walls, but bridges that bind.

No wall be too high, to deep, to cold,

When destiny let play and hope to unfold.

Higher than walls are hope we along bring,

For, to hope is after all a very good thing!