The Hungry Boy

 




The sun came up, 
right in his face,
rudely waking him up,
awakening the feeling ,
he has come to know so well,
that burning sensation that reminds
him of his cursed existence...

As he sat on the,
broken bench by the roadside,
he saw buses go by,
carrying people to their 
morning destinations, 
he wished he could,
be in one too,
maybe he could get off
at the wonderland he had been,
dreaming about the night before.....

The crows cried
over above his head,
on the electric wires,
he had just time to look,
at the piece of half eaten
bread thrown by a passerby
before it was whisked away,
by another hungry mouth....

He walked toward the 
tap where the water 
was streaming down in 
a thin stream, 
not water but just a 
little more time 
he could buy in this cruel world.....

He wished he could
sleep forever, as he closed
his eyes and rested against
the wall of the abandoned shack,
pictures of people flashed
across his eyes, some threw him a coin,
others a half finished piece of fruit..

Suddenly he saw a smiling 
and kind face from out of the crowd,
he tried to get up but couldn't,
he was so weak, so tired of living,
he stretched his hands out,
to the face that seemed,
so familiar, but he couldn't recall,
she caught him before he fell,
and gently led him away,
from the pain, the misery,
the hell he called life...... 

-HS

The Little Lamp

 


"The little lamp by my bedside,
   Lonely and gloomy
         When the room is empty and dark~

Sits at a corner of the room,
   Particles of dust on its Shade

Waits for the moment
       When a gentle hand 
   Would turn that knob,
And justify the reason why it was made"


"The little boy at your doorstep,
    waiting to hear 
                    your next whim and bark~~

makes little journeys 
   through the pouring rain

just to be stared at with contempt,
       and mocked at when his feeble attempts,
   to win your love
          is all in vain."

-HS

Prisoner in Heaven

You will never know,
        How the invisible bruises,
               Form in my mind,
    'cause the blows you struck,
               were in jest, in amusement ..

You will never know,
         How the pain grows,
             In the depths of my heart,
        'cause you took away,
       my only solace - my fantasy,
                 and hit me with reality...

You will never know,
           How an eye cries a tear,
        Cause, you hold your emotions,
              Prisoners, in the deepest,
                    Darkest cells of your soul,


You will never come to know,
            How a heart breaks,
       Until you stop  for a minute
                 to listen to the voice that replies,
                       with no remorse,
                            with no answer..

 You will never know,
            The worth of a love filled heart,
              cause before that,
            you will need to know
            what a dream means to a dreamer...

You will never know,
           How lonely the bench,
        By the juniper tree,
                   in the park is,
until you stop by sometime,
              to sit on it.and
          watch the world go by.

You will never know,
            How the roses smell,
The ones I grew for you,
                 Cause the garden in my heart,
             Is nothing but a little weed
                  in your eyes.

You will never know,
       How slowly my world turns,
             Cause yours is spinning
              in an endless,
                       Timeless motion,
                  In a galaxy full of shining stars...

You will never come to know,
               How warm my fingers feel,
         Cause your senses are buried 
Deep beneath the seas,
               Of uninhibited pleasures...

You will never come to know,
             How hopes 
 Shatter against the rocks,
                    Of  the painful truth,
          Cause, your wishes are someone's command...

You will never come to know,
              How the light goes out of the candle,
                      Against the sudden wind,
         Cause, there is always someone to shelter
                        The flame
                                    In your soul...  

How Much I  love You...

You ask me how much I love you,
I look at you but I remain silent,
cause I know any answer given,
will not come from the heart,
cause my body has betrayed,
the feelings of the soul,
by being here with you....

I may say that I love you a lot,
what is in that answer?
nothing but a hypocrisy of lust,
knowing fully well that your lips,
might be on mine in an instant,
but it would open the gates of hell
inside me instead....

I might give you a diamond ring,
what is in that gesture?
nothing but a proclamation that 
I own you,
knowing that your 
sensuous body will be next to mine,
that night,

I might say all the fancy words,
I can think of in my mind,
all a guise to get one smile 
out of you, 
and instant gratification to my 
pride and my ego.....

Do you really want to know?

Ask me when I am down, lying in my bed,
alone and there is that 
vacuous sensation one knows so well,

it's like you are slowly sinking
into the deep, sea of emotions
which one can not fathom,

when I am alone, yes alone
cause you have taken the love away,
when there was this nastiness,
this fight we had, a little back in time,
and said words that neither meant,

when I am without a lifeline
to my soul, to my innermost self,
and am floating in a space,
in a void that has no you,
when I miss you like the morning
misses all the chirping of the birds,

and I'll try to fumble with words
in reply to your unasked question,

That's how much I love you,
that's how much I'll always love you....


-hs