Blank pages

I stare
In to blank pages
Simple questions with
Multiple answers

Time stands still
As the minutes flow
With a digital clock
And a generation
Impatiently waiting
To be inspired

How can blank pages
Inspire minds
That were lit by starlight
How can eyes
Unlocked by moonlight
See the truth
Typed in bold fonts?

Hearts around me
Beat in suspense
Minds hard at work
Sweaty palms scribbling
On blank pages
Feeding the egotist desire
To surpass another

A bell tolls
Marking the end
Of a race without winners
Looks of anticipation
In doubtful eyes
Casting shadows of hope
On tired faces
As blank pages
Pile up like small towers

The future awaits outside…
A confused generation
Walks out of the hallways
Through narrow corridors
To conquer
The world and all the oceans
And chronicle their stories
On blank pages

Trinity

T – is for the Truth that we hold close to the heart
R – is for Righteous and honest thoughts on our part
I – is for Intelligence and the wisdom to know
N – is for Navigating the way through high and low
I – is for Integrity we keep even when all else is fake
T – is for Trust and faith in friendships we make
Y – is for Youthful Years spent at the best school of all
May we honor her name till the last bell call

Soldiering on...

Tis the mind that makes the stride
Tis the heart that sees the goal
Tis the brawn that secure the pride
Tis the will that redeems the soul

Tribute

Many friends and strangers have touched my life
Shared happy memories and held me through strife
We basked in the sun and survived stormy weather
Walked hand in hand and stood by one another

Yet it’s very strange when I think about the topic
Of the years I spent in my beloved island tropic
The magic of time that transformed in a few years
A bunch of strangers into best friends among peers

Through the best years of our lives we swam the tide
We have endured the seas and held on to our pride
Earth will bear witness with the heavens above
That our world was filled with faithfulness and love

Beyond the horizon in many distant strange lands
We are separated by oceans and hot dessert sands
But in spirit we unite, even now as grown men
Like in the days of old when we roared at the den

Golden post

I do not know why the rhythm of my heart,
Beats so strangely on this moonlit evening.
It's a mystery who painted a lasting smile
On my dreary face, or am just I dreaming?

I think it’s because…

A thousand poems are trapped in my chest,
Leaping out and rhyming with delight.
Their rythm describe what words cannot;
The sight of her eyes and their starry light.

A thousand songs at the tip of my tongue
Are dancing with glee, with my uneven pulse.
The picture of all my hopes and dreams;
Is in her beaming smile and daring impulse

But I know I don’t need a thousand rhymes
Or a thousand songs to tell her how I feel.
I will hold her hand and whisper in her ears;
Let her feel my heart and its unbolted seal.