In such moments am I beautiful

In the laughter of a dear friend,
In the heartiness lies the innocence
Of a soul buried in itself, smitten
By its own tenderness, as we all
Turn into children, drooling over the
Trivial, in absolute peace, mindless.
Never wanting more, not even less.
In thoughtless spontaneity, in casual
Flambuoyance, as we were created,
Rudderless, thoughtless and worriless.
The moments in this state vanish, as
All good things must, and there come
The morbid compulsions, of unending
Expectations, of the omni present
Disappointments. The complex State
Of our existence. Simple things are
The most beautiful. Let them be.
Let life be complex, in the quest for
Our higher endeavors, in the search
For peace as an Adult,
Peace with conviction,
Happiness with knowledge,
Existence with awareness,
Thoughts thus made clear.
In such moments am I beautiful.

Walk down the calm road....

Walk down the calm road,
In darkness, in silence, but for
The song in my ears. Some genius,
Playing the tune of my heart.
I come to this bench. Seems like
The Gods must have sat here. So
Serene, unlike my mind. Boiling
With my desires, limited by
My perceptions, repenting my
Prejudices and mocking at all this.
As my fist crashes against the
Seat, the pain shafts through
To my head, the music mocks at my
Mute anger. My fist pays for my rush.
My silence pays for my emotions.
My anger pays for my passion.
My pain pays for my hunger.
What will I pay for this impotent rage?
To cross the line, to scale the wall.
To move up, like when I was born.
A new birth, a new being, a new meaning,
A new terms and a new world.
To think fresh, to start without a thought.

Breeze

Breeze, you come to me,
Refreshing and cleansing my soul,
In the cool, casual amble of yours,
Touching my senses, in causal
Sensuousness. In impertinent
Rudeness do you unnerve me, at
The moment that is desolate, my
Mind at its lonely sojourn. Would
This moment be less remembered,
Without you ruffling my hair, in
Gentle caring, as my cheeks go flush,
As my heart swells, at the thought
Of your equal, the gentle breeze that
Touched my calloused heart, the wood
Stock that it was, moved by the
Fragrant self, in one sweeping motion,
Off my feet and into the abyss of
Longing. Come to me, in pangs of
Swift pain, cutting through my soul,
Through pain am I shaped for you.
To your ever changing whims.
Turn into the monster that you can be,
Toss me into the unending twister,
Let me see ecstasy in the helplessness,
Of your mastery over me, as I give
In to the power of your hold.