i go up in smoke

Slowly, gently,
Rising in the stale air,
Relinquishing my claim on life,
I go up in smoke.

What is that burns me?
Is it the dream in my eyes?
Is it the vision of my heart?
Or is it, just my old plain lies.

What is that burns me?
Is it the faith of my soul?
Is it the belief of my being?
Or is it, just luck crying foul.

What is that burns me?
Is it the trust to which I bow?
Is it the feelings I beget?
Or is it, just love, which abandons me now.

Slowly, gently,
Rising in the stale air,
Relinquishing my claim on life,
I go up in smoke.

my worthless gift

As the rays of the morning sun
Break the barrier of the night,
I bring to you this worthless gift
With all my soul’s ensuing might.
These flowers in my hand
Soft and wet with morning dew
In each waft of their fragrance
Floats my love with a crimson hue.
Hold these gentle children of nature
As they breathe their last in your palms,
Cradle them softly with all your care
Guide them to eternal sleep in your arms.
As the smile on their faces fades
As the soul of theirs smoothly recedes,
An innocent prayer slips through my lips
I wish my love with you, with you, only succeeds.
As the rays of the morning sun
Break the barrier of the night,
I bring to you this worthless gift
With all my soul’s ensuing might.