uninvited

here i am ..staring at darkness
refusing to leave again

there is my tea and bread
pancakes on hot plate
pigeon at the kitchen window
streets of hope and light below

cutthroat world over my wilderness
the guest comes and knocks my soul
not prepared not ready to fall
I want to caress this frail wall

aint anything this shining
than this guest of hope
who came and bolted the ruthless realm
then i said...come on in hope..its time

Unsung Guitar

fresh memories..some sweet some loathed with despair

forgotten wish...some seeing the light some still dreamy 

unsung notes....few songs few broken

dews at dawn...few dropped few shining

floating hope....all of them look ahead 

desperately clinging together to become one

To be the song of passion