Flanders Fields

  What would you do, If I had picked up my pen And wrote a four-letter word to you? Would you barely glance at it, tear it to bits And say it differs from your point of view? Or would you gloss over carelessly and say But Naturally, there is nothing in it that's new. Maybe you would consider it after all and Decide that it is really and truly my due. Or would you sleep over it call it premature And ask   me to await your cue? But what would you do if I told you so that In fact, the four-letter word is in lieu Of the simplest and yet the most beautiful Word Which is LOVE- that I have for you? Then, what would you do if I picked up my Pen And wrote THIS four-letter word to you.

  When you want to live And life seems fun When there are days to go And years to come.   You begin to think Of things   you would do If someone was close by And this time, it was true.          When the heart is full of joy And you don’t want to think When you gaze at the starry sky But all you do so blink   When there is satisfaction And there is peace inside When the storms have passed And everything is quiet.   When you could see a rose And admire its beauty Without weighing the cons and pros You could just do your duty.   Those are the days, I dream would come true When along with work, I could pray And the sky from dark would turn blue   For I was made To share my sorrows with you Let me show you That I can share moments of joy too.

It is not easy, still I try To comprehend my thoughts, My hands begin to shiver, My lips begin to quiver Because you were all That I ever sought.   My heart embittered, My dreams shattered, Amidst my ruins, I tread My ideas are breaking, Convictions are shaking, Deep within me, I bleed.   I bleed of all That's over and gone, I bleed from wounds unseen. Gloom lurks Over the nebulous horizon, And melancholies veil in between.   Looking back through the passages I sometimes begin to wonder;  Were you not a dream that came?

  Life is something Which I don't try To understand; Neither do I try To fit it to my dreams. The two are far apart Like the poles of the earth. As bound by a tale I dangle in between.   The wind blows, Now east now west Carrying me with it Or thrusting me away. My eager arms Crave to be fulfilled, But eluding me The flowers escape Leaving behind A handful of leaves.   Well! If that be my share I won't ever complain If u will only manage To share it with me My tears will then shine; My despair sparkle And my handful of leaves Will blossom into a flower