RETURN TO INNOCENCE

As I sit on my rocking chair,
I see a life so contrair,
As i put on my glasses,
And smoke the brasses,
I see my life passing by
leaving me high and dry
Through the smoke of illusions
Comes out the spirit of redemption

Deep down my memories,
I see a lane full of cries,
Cries of a Child
All in wild
Cries of a boy
All so coy
Cries of a man
Nothing more than a garbage can
And the eyes of an unknown angel.



I see a little child,
who looks so mild,
With a smile so bright,
Which fills your entire world with light,
A face so innocent,
Looks so albescent,
So full of life,
With not a speckle of rife,
Free from any aprehensions,
Like an adumbration.

The child is like the soul of god,
So pure a heart like thy LORD,
The child see the world around,
Sees so much deciet aground,
Doesn't understand the cause of hate,
Thinks its nothing but fate,
Innocence abounds in him,
Doesn't care for the world so grim.
All he knows is love,
And spreads it around like a beautiful white dove.



I see a boy,
Watches with hate the passing convoy,
In his eyes you can see the shades of dark,
With a heart so stark,
He wants to hurt people,
Inside him something stings like a needle,
All he sees around him is distrust and pain,
He tries to escape but all in vain.

The boy runs from the world
Only pausing at the threshhold,
Facing miseries untold of,
Burning up like a snoff,
Crying incessantly as he runs,
Someone whom everyone shuns,
Killing what he knows as self,
Breaking off like a skelf,
All in pain agony and torment
His miseries only augment.




I see a man,
Full of hostility and aversion,
He has lost all his compassion,
From his words one can sense the anger in him,
Filled with abomination to the brim,
He speaks to hurt,
Slinging on everyone puddles of dirt,
His soul has vanished into thin air,
Inflicting suffering is his affair.

His sight can give shudders to even the devil,
So much is he infected by evil.
Guided by his frenzied impulses,
Writing in everybody's lifestories gruesome verses,
All his feelings have numbed,
All emotions have dumbed,
All is that is left of him,
Is a deadly and unrepenting crim.





After years of unrelenting croises,
And scarred by unending number of bruises,
A chest decorated with loathe and curses,
Nominated villainy's very own Ramses,

But one day as he was walking by the boulevard,
In his thoughts he overlooked the approaching car,
He didn't see his nemesis honking from far,
And all of a suddenly he stumbled,
Noticing the approaching death as it rumbled,
In moments his entire life flashed in front of him,
And through these moments of megrim,
From nowhere came a heavenly soul,
Threw him away like a bricole,
As his senses faded,
He could see his saviour was badly wounded.

Lying by his bed thinking,
Questions from nowhere were ascending,
What made him deserve such generosity,
A second life for the epitome of atrocity??,
The accident left her parralysed,
Her life and hopes just beacame invised.


He made her his life,
Hope came to his soul which was long in a cauldrife,
She taught her how to laugh,
Helping him get over his life so rough,
She taught him the meaning of love,
Her eyes were his life's only behove.




But fate played its game unfair,
His life deceased leaving him in a despair,
Her eyes left his soul moved,
The loss of his love left him aggrieved,
For the first time in his life tears ran down,
In his sorrows did he drown.................................



As I sit, I still remember her,
Her eyes still haunt me in my blur,
She made a man out of a devil,
She drove out of me every thread of evil,
She brought me back life,
Ending my inside rife,
She brought back to me my human sense,
She was my return to innocence