Hello Gaze

Look towards the stars
Tell me what you see my friend
The truth is not there

Do you see like me?
A gift the truth left behind
For humanity


Note: This poem is done in the style of Japanese poetry called Haiku. This style of poetry is quite interesting. For every stanza there are three lines. The first and third line have five syllables while the second has 7 syllables. Go ahead and count the syllables on mine.

Forgotten Title

It was trying so hard to go higher
Not giving up such a fighter
It had a white stripe and wings to try
But with all that will he couldn't fly

Why was it trying I did not know
No such presence of a single foe
On a day like this you were not trying
Unlike the bug, you were always flying

Note: I wrote this for my grandfathers' Birthday this year. Recited it on his Birthday Party and I have seemed to have forgotten the title. Hence the title of this poem.

Being Scared

I am scared
Knowing I dared
To confess this love
Thinking I'd be a dove


Thinking of what you think of me
I am scared
I just want to be made happy
How idiotic I dared

Call me what you used to
Tell me what to do
I'll do whatever you say
As long as they heal today

Notes: An old poem I never posted here. Just a simple Green Tinted Sixties Mind thought.