Month: October 2020

Let’s leave what’s undone 

And let’s merry with what’s done 

Not all, we can do 

And we sure have hope of tomorrow 

It came and it was too late 

Let’s harvest later 

Let’s go hungry a little longer 

Even though some may go angry 

We live today in misery for tomorrow 

It came and it was too late 

Let’s start later 

Let’s while away some time 

Life is beautiful and promising 

We got fooled by the hope of a tomorrow 

It came and it was too late 

Imaginations, we can’t tell 

Realities, we don’t live 

Being stale is not right 

And we can’t always fight 

We coiled and it was too late 

Tomorrow came and,

we are underground 

Buried with dreams 

And we can’t even filter our screams 

Are we happy or are we sad? 

Even in small there’s joy 

And when big comes, we rejoice 

While we hope 

Let’s not forget to cope 

Live now, before it’s too late 

~Mystic Wanderer

Dear Old friends

I’m nearing the end of my letter 

As I spoke about love the last time 

Permit me to ink about hate too 

So often we see hate to be far 

But it’s ever close than,

what we see to be near 

And usually, it comes out of fear 

Of love not received 

Hate maybe conceived 

Man gets clingy with desires

So to lose it, he turns to hate 

And where you may see the best smile 

Be sure you could get a cold hug

It’s natural anyway 

Emotions are like flipping pages of a book 

Ignorance they say is bliss 

And like hate, people do fake a kiss 

So when you feel like a Messiah 

Be wary of dining with your Judas 

People may love for “no reason”

And we don’t get surprised 

But when they hate for “no reason”

We tend to wonder and ask why? 

Hate is love in the adverse 

But so can be love expressed in a reverse 

To do good in promoting wrong

Is the most deadliest of hate, seen as love 

So when we feel like hating 

We should know it’s because we love 

Find what’s positive in what looks negative 

For in every life’s tale, there’s a lesson to tell 

~Mystic Wanderer 

Dear Old Friends 

Today I write about love 

For in it, everyone has a story 

Better or bitter, it’s worth a tale 

I know of the many strong 

And of the few; I won’t do this,

and that 

But here we are asking; what more? 

Some have a beautiful story 

Though written in blood 

But isn’t sacrifice what’s required?

If we so desire to acquire

And I sometimes want to stand,

by the fence so I watch the scene 

To learn before I start my own class 

But true knowledge, can only be felt 

And did we really feel? 

Or did we just walk through? 

Some lessons we only get to know 

When the show is already over 

Some changed for change 

Until they can no longer change 

They seek to see beauty 

But love has been clothed in obscurity 

Fantasy may bring us near 

Reality may bring out fear 

To only judge by words and actions 

We may sometimes miss real intentions 

Give it chance if the need be 

Love again if the heart still beats 

Carry fear but don’t wear it around 

Sometimes, a cracked whole is better than scattered pieces 

~Mystic Wanderer