still standing… upright.

that vertical stand
head up, roots down

reaching a sky
that’s filled with blue

patches of white
and avian friends

what thoughts
circulate your soul

silent always
a calming friend of mine

i water you
i watch over you

i think about you
when exhausted

everything else
seems chaotic

except for you
all else is too noisy

even my own mind
disturbs me

even my own emotions
erode me

but seeing you grow
year after year

there is this flow
of life in me

of love that transcends
my human form

reaching out
to your brown limbs

each season i see
your leaves change

reacting to the world
in silent ways

i start to admire
your faceless face

somehow i feel
you do understand

all the complaints
that i pour out to you

all my sighs
reach you too

my tears pain you
as much as myself

and perhaps my thoughts
move you as well

are we friends
are we soulmates

or are we just
random creatures

standing side by side
i watch the stars with you

your resident mates
make you so beautiful

as dawn knocks away
an ardent night

you hold nests
you bear fruits

and your leaves wither
with the pinching cold

yet there you are
always by my side

as this earth
holds us two

the beauty of you
is beyond these words

our bond deeper
than mere verses

our time shorter
than most times

i wish i could have
a little more of you

in my garden
sitting close to you

i feel complete
for reasons unknown

our voices though
voiceless seem to echo

in the wind
in the rains

in summer’s heat
as well as in autumns

our happiness remains
uncomposed

yet i try
like a child

writing about you
on a page

that may fly
someday

away with
an evening breeze

…

still i know
you’ll be standing there

painfully watching
as our time ends

…

unsoundings.

i look beside me
i see you walking
with a twisted heart

you say you can see
how and why you lie to me
i have always wondered

understanding is a huge burden
how do you carry it
upon your spec sized heart?

you hear me as if
you can see through me
yet your eyes are so cold

the wind, the people walking
even the sights turn your attention
away from my words… so easily

i get hurt just by looking at
how ridiculous my reflections
appear in your eyes to me

should i keep walking
because i feel like carrying
a mountain upon my back

its hard to keep pace
with someone like you
who can just not feel anything

my voice, my whispers, my breath
not once have you \heard them
you are blind to my very existence

it seems
that i never was there
in the first place for you

and your world is just
unsoundings of my cries
all gobbled up instantly

in a vacuum of your pride
and in the spotlight of
your own supreme self.