Conditional Love

She loves a man, indifferent and distant,

Agrees to his terms, his unshakable intent

She thinks it is a fair compromise,

For he is truthful and worldly wise

Their bond hides in the soft moonlight beam,

Emotionally silent, like a quiet flowing stream.

Is it melancholy? Perhaps

Her fantasies are nothing but fallacies,

She who dreamt of everlasting love

Finally sees the reality hanging above,

Not entirely sorrowful is this decree

Such transparency is unblemishedly free.

Why I Run?

Not to outrun pain, I run to avoid its soulless sting

I chase the cryptic whispered promise of the rain

And hope to find home, and the final healing it will bring

A flowing stream, I wish to be a forgotten dream

I ascend like the sun to cast off the void of the realm

The unknown beckons, I fly like the hawk in the sky

Pushing boundaries, I will seek what the heart desires,

And how long would I run?

Till the oceans dry and the grey sky incessantly cries