He


He stands alone 
at a dark corner
Eyeing the ones
that love the light
They walk by
unaware of him  
He grins wide
with deadened eyes
He knows the right
He sees the wrong
He stops for a moment
and moves ahead
They look at him
with such disdain 
Waiting again
for his presence to fade
But he sure knows
that these shallow prayers    
Will go unanswered 
as they always do
Because the day
you pity the Devil
Is the day 
you choose to rue

The road


The road seems slippery
It's not raining though
Life's not been a friend
But nor has it been a foe
The sky seems bright
The clouds can't be seen
A sign of things to come
and not how they have been
The journey seems endless
The destination unknown
But I walk with her beside me
Without the fear of being alone
The present seems to promise
A future that will smile
We have just walked an inch
There is yet to go a mile 

Ghosts


The night of Christmas eve
I was haunted by ghosts,
Ghosts of the past,
Ghosts that will last,
Ghosts left behind,
Ghosts of the mind,
Ghosts of today,
Ghosts with a say,
Ghosts that guide,
Ghosts that abide,
Ghosts of tomorrow,
Ghosts of  my sorrow,
Ghosts yet to arrive,
Ghosts still to come alive,
The night of Christmas eve
I was haunted by ghosts

A shadow


By the shackles of love
to you I am bound
Like an inseparable shadow
I will always be around
A shadow that walks
A shadow that talks   
A shadow that oversees
A shadow that never leaves
A shadow that reappears
A shadow that can't stand your tears
A shadow that will never hide
A shadow that will be by your side
A shadow, devoid of fear
A shadow, like a silent seer
A shadow that won't perish
A shadow that you will cherish
A shadow, seen at night
A shadow, unafraid of the light
A shadow that resists
A shadow that exists
By the shackles of love
to you I am bound
Like an inseparable shadow
I will always be around

A day


Gather, the dark clouds,
austere and ominous,
Huddled together
like Satan's disciples,
Strike, the bolts of lightning,
feral and fierce,
Ripping and tearing 
like a rabid wolverine,
Echoes, the roaring thunder,
morbid and menacing,
Like a caged animal
about to be set loose,
Grows, the black night,
dark and devious,
Engulfing the world
like a sordid cloak
But then, all of a sudden,
Rises, a smiling sun,
bright and beckoning,
Vanquishing the dark
like a brave warrior
Wander, the yellow beams,
warm and welcoming,
To every dark corner
craving for light
Arrives, a beautiful morning,
resurgent and resurrected,
Promising a day
after every night
always..