Why should I cry for you?

You were my angel
who gave me hope, when I had none
Gave me strength, and courage;
You were my cocaine, my Holy Grail
The eternal fire on Mount Olympus.
You were there beside me
When I faced the wrath of Gods;
Kept me sane
When I shouldn't have been.
I lost myself, in the depth of your eyes
And in the euphoria that came over me
With your smile,
When I touched your hands
Kissed your lips.

You are my demon
Who never fails to haunt me
In my dreams;
Never fails to arouse a painful memory
When I get drunk at night;
Never fails to make my heart bleed,
Even today, when I come across your name.
You have made life hell for me.
But I bear no grudges.
You have taught me to be strong:
To live in agony, and yet, to live
The meaning of the words
Anger, Frustration, Depression and Hatred
And what it is, to live with them;
You have made me wise, and old.
So thank you,
And goodbye, my love- my hatred.

Not a Poet

I am not a poet
I just vent my frustration
Pain, sorrow, anger
On a piece of paper
When it becomes too hard to contain
Within.

I am not an atheist
I just find it hard
To listen to the words
Of a God
Whose words don't reach to me
In the first place.

I am not a rebel
I just find it pointless
To try to flow with the current;
To attempt to fit in, when I don't
And to pretend to be something I am not
Remotely.

A monk asked Joshu,
"I have just entered this monastery. I beg you, Master,
 please give me instructions."
Joshu asked,
"Have you eaten your rice gruel yet?"
The monk answered,
"Yes, I have."
Joshu said,
"Then wash your bowls."

Zen Buddhism

Venerable Gon'yo asked Joshu,
"How is it when a person does not have a single thing?"
Joshu said,
"Throw it away."
Gon'yo said,
"I say I don't have a single thing. What could I ever
 throw away?"
Joshu said,
"If so, carry it around with you."

Haiku

Have you ever seen a Mother
Smile through her pain?
A single drop of tear falls from her eyes
A pearl in the ocean.

Again, an old, untitled poem; but one of my favourites nonetheless.....

The sands keep on rolling
Dewdrops over the only leaf
Age, slow but formidable
Conquers all;

Leaves wither, fall to the ground
Young, promising chrysanthemums wilt
Even as old, unbecoming banyans carry on
Paradoxically.

The sky changes, from red to blue
Then to red again, then-
As the transition to black begins
The sun will have to go down.

Anticipation

Silent night
The magical moonlight
Looking into the mist
As I wait for you.
The wind rustles through the trees
I mistake the sound to be your footsteps.