I question sometimes..

I question sometimes, my own beliefs,

My thoughts my reasons and what it all means.

I question sometimes, whether things just happen; are they just meant to be,

I question sometimes, how bound I find myself, when I am free.

I question sometimes my hope that wakes me up everyday,

Just when I thought it would be easy to give up, to give away.

I question sometimes, when in my decisions I seem to lose every fight,

I am supposed to let you go, but can’t even seem to lose your sight.

I question sometimes, my motives what just seems to have meaning today,

Just the dream that I seem to chase every single day.

I question sometimes, when I grew up why I look for the kid today,

Why I hope to keep the spirit alive in my hopes someway.

I question sometimes, why I write; what I write with my heart,

I have just learned to keep hoping even when I don’t know where to start.

Moving on...

Moving on, my world, my life so mine,

Moving on, my happiness, my breath, the song on my wind chime.

Moving on, my questions that remain unanswered,

Moving on, my insecurities, my fear & all that's unaltered.

Moving on, my silence, my words & the things I really mean,

Moving on, with my choices & all that is but unseen.

Moving on, the memories, the thoughts that linger behind,

Moving on, towards the setting sun, as we move on from the sunshine,

Moving on, from chances and strides and choices we cannot change,

Moving on, from characters and people and our life estranged,

Moving on, from feeling that are true, yet never mine nor yours,

Moving on, from our fates, and things that were beyond our choice.

Moving on, the things I do to see a smile,

Moving on, to let you be happy, so distant yet mine.

Moving on, my word, my brush, my pen,

Moving on, letting you to take the step not hold on.

Moving on, treading along your last song,

Moving on, is it the fear or just my unwillingness that stops you from moving on.

Some things Sometimes........

Some things don't come with guarantees, no returns and no receipts,

Just a silence follows by, and a feeling when I know this something is mine.

Sometimes life isn't about destiny or fate,

It neither about things in life you can or cannot change.

Some people don't change for time; they just change in time,

It’s just a simple fact that beauty is; but all sublime.

Some lives are never yours or mine to live; to be a part may be just,

Some journeys are never embarked, like a ship at sea we rust.

Some truths are never told, in the fear that they will change too much,

Every once in a while I try to figure out, what we are looking for to trust.

Some places are never marred in rain, in snow or the warm sunshine,

Places that create memories and the ones that you call mine.

Some reasons are never enough to be angry or even lose your mind,

How you wish you could change things we said things we didn't understand.

Some memories are never mine to keep, to forget or ever share,

On some silent night, when you don't know how lonely I get when I stare.

Some moments ago I made the change, the call that matters most,

I told myself to be free, to let go of things and hope it doesn't matter what I have lost.

Some days are never about knowing whether we are right or wrong,

It’s just about the times you are ready to look beyond, just sing the song.

Some things don't matter they are just here, they come and go,

I just keep thinking of the times that did, and that for some reason are no more.

Some time I realize, realization will come late in life and sometimes hope,

I just hope I am no one's bad decision, no one's regret or remorse.

Some things are better unanswered like the magic, the mystery that remains,

Like our lives so involved, the relation and the relationship that remains unnamed.

My last farewell...

My last farewell my loneliest night tonight,

The day I know it's all gone the reason to put up a fight.

My horizon, my skyline & all the things I cannot touch,

And situations in life that I can't change much.

Evening sounds and sights that forever echo in my heart,

The times I thought it was all over before I could start.

I wish I had a story line to read back and forth in time,

A fate that is both known and unknown, but one which is mine.

I think of all the times, would it matter someday?

Would just being there for you be a difference someway?

I am just a hope, a faith, a believer in you,

In everything I believe at least my faith is always true.

Do you sometimes think it’s all about names, what relations mean sometimes?

Do you think its unspoken words like wind caught in my wind chime?

I open my window tonight; the cold breeze fills inside,

Have I really become that cold inside, or have I truly forgotten being warm by your side?

How do I start to draw the line, to reach all that's left behind?

My roadmap to my memories, to the places I can no longer find.

In my dreams & hopes that are forever young,

I find a long lost hope for which I long.

In my simple words & simple truth tonight,

I find everything so clear & yet the "you" I know so well is out of my sight.

In the letters that I wrote & the photo frames we shared in time,

I seem to find something so subtle, a feeling that I feel is both your & mine.

Beautiful tonight is this warmth, this drop of rain on my face,

Beautiful tonight are those moments I know I cannot erase.

In times I let my words speak so calm, so free,

Of uncertain times & of the times that will be

How much is good enough, how much is too much for u & me,

In fail to answer these questions, in the hope of being free.

How I like these chains that bind me to you,

For freedom is just a different way of telling “you” are not there with “me” & I am no longer with "you"

Chances are..

Chances are; we are never wrong or right,

Chances are; we are never trying to win, maybe just trying to lose a fight

Chances are; it’s too late already, for the good to be better and the bad to be worse

Chances are; we can only find ecstasy in all that we remorse,

Chances are we had our last fights, our last goodbyes and handshakes,

Chances are we have already broken; what all we could make,

Chances are; things have already changed ahead in time,

Chances are; we were much more than friends, when my friendship was "yours" and your was "mine"

Chances are; the music I made, the songs I wrote have been forgotten like their verse,

Chances are; the letters to be written, will remain unwritten for lack of words

Chances are; our feelings will never truly change in the journey called life,

Chances are; we have moved on, more than ever, but we have survived

Chances are; every right that you thought, was never wrong to begin,

Chances are; all we live for is a reason, and the reasons lie unseen

Chances are; we will always fight, with no reason, and yet never complain,

Chances are; we are only scared of one thing and that one thing is "change"

Chances are; the times I have let go of things, I have never realized,

Chances are; those things were never mine to begin with, just a phase in time

Chances are; this poem; these words will fade in my memory so strong,

Chances are; I was never praying or hoping for perfect, I just knew “this is where I belonged”

Chances are; I may not get to write and yet my words don’t seem to fade,

Chances are; my voice will fade too but my warm heart, and my friendship remains.