Atlas

The bearer meekly bears the weight
Whose is the burden? Is it his fate that he cannot shrug?
Is it? Why should we pitch our lives,
and for whom? Do they care who dies sputtering blood, and for whom?
Are we responsible? For living
with decaying hearts, not caring, sweeping life under a rug?
Fake smiles and tears we shed;
How can they blossom roses red, in a garden destined to doom?
The lights go off, the fuse is blown.
Darkness abounds, the devil's own, as we desperately wait for sunrise.
The creeper of life, once abloom,
withers away, in shadowy gloom. People huddle, waiting for death.
We set out to even odds with life.
Daring death, we take the final dive, only to find life's surprise.
Shivering madly when the heat is dire,
A crazy fakir claims to be the heir, exhaling his last breath.

Viharan

Fly, little bird, fly,
from this cage, to the sky.
The illusion of comfort, luscious,
the fruits you eat, divine, delicious,
unruffled feathers, soft and warm,
How long will you be charmed?
In the air your gaol home twirls,
as you feast on poisoned pearls.
In the bonds of want, your soul
is trapped, why, at the threshold?
Spread your wings, feel the draft,
Soar! higher so, look not aft.
Over the mountains, land and sea,
where could your paradise be?
Life is hardship, but death is no good.
Remember the cage now, if you should,
look upward, and see the sky blue,
Liberty is life, god's gift to you.

Love

I don't say it lest I mean it, 'cause I fear resentment.
Too much to bear, might be, the burden of commitment.
Don't you sense its subtle mien, when your name I call?
In my heart it is, muffled, lest from my lips, it'll fall.
It may hurt me so, but I feel for you no ire,
I wish only felicity for my hearts desire,
You define me, complete me; my alpha omega you are.
Not for what you are, but in spite of, it is, by far.
I must decide, forever or never, to gain or lose it all.
Rather to have gained and lost, than to never have gained at all.
I owe it to nought, nothing you do, it's for its own sake,
What I feel this breathing, and for every one I'll take.
He could have made, easily, the nails fall off the cross.
He did not. Love you, He did.
I do too, that's what.