Like a Singing Bird...

She steps in like a singing bird

Caged in a world of choices made,

By the keepers of her silver fate,

Singing away till the purple sunset.

The storm sets in; the rain whips

Her feathers of hope that dwindle wet,

She won’t cry, she won’t laugh,

Rain rolls down her silent face.

She knows too well the sun that once

Sat at the keerper’s window ledge,

Won’t come again to ask her if,

They let her out to see the day.

She leaves like the bird that drinks

While sinking down the water’s depth,

She opens her mouth, breathes her last,

The singing bird then sings to death.

Copyright by Delilah Das

Divine Differences

Imagine,

If everyone looked the same,

Acted in the same manner,

Even had the same thoughts,

No differences in personality,

Nothing to set us apart.

Imagine,

The rivers looking the same,

Surrounded by the same

Environment all around the world,

Even the waterfalls,

Wouldn't be a special sight,

Looking the same; being the same,

No uniqueness in them.

Plants and flowers,

All appearing the same as each other,

Fragrance of a favorite flower,

Lost within a world of similarities,

Beauty disappearing into similitude,

No longer having any uniqueness,

In anything any longer.

The world around us,

With a kaliedoscope of cultures,

People of different nationalities,

Variety in a world full of abundance,

So many unique qualities,

On offer around the globe.

This is the reason why,

That my heart is saddened,

When I see hatred acted upon,

For nothing more than being different,

Instead of admiring, compassion and love,

We are taught differently.

When it comes to human beings,

We are expected to act the same,

If we act differently,

We are labelled not normal,

If we think differently,

We are ridiculed and mocked,

Unfortunately; we tend to hide what's real.

Dreams can be reality,

Hope is all that's needed,

One day before its too late,

Before we lose our ancestor's history,

We, as a human race,

Appreciate; respect one another,

Instead of destroying anything different,

Making us all behave, think and act,

To be normal; to be robots.

Copyrighted by Tan Nguyen

Born Again

A man once born to the love of two,

Was born again in a distant land,

On soil that reeks of the lives he took,

Redeemed in foreign blood and sand.

In deserts where the winds of dread,

Wraps around his bleeding hand,

And the frozen faces and woebegone hearts,

Of his brothers’ beleaguered band.

At the end of time, at the edge of life,

As the seconds slip away from hand,

Smiling down with valor untouched,

His tireless brothers around him stand.

A man once born of the love of home,

Was born again of grit so grand,

In a battlefield in the endless hills,

Of a faraway ominous land.

Copyright by Delilah Das

Can You Feel

I've wondered

How many people

Noticed the sadness

Behind my smile

If they noticed; they didn't say.

If only they knew

The loneliness I feel inside,

Misunderstood or being used,

Utter despair which engulfs me,

Smothering; suffocating me,

Tearing, ripping apart my soul,

Agony I feel, and hide.

Can you feel my pain

When you look into my eyes?

Can you feel the darkness

That consumes my thoughts?

Can you feel the sadness

That craves to be comforted?

Only if you were able

To feel my torment for a little while...

Copyrighted by Tan Nguyen

The Grains of Forever

I stand alone by the ocean,

I hear the sand running down,

Grains rattling against each other,

Carrying moments, never waiting,

As I stand alone, breathing

In an endless quietude.

My mind feels like the ocean, vast and quiet,

My heart like the sand, counting days and night,

A moment forever waiting, patient and quiet,

Yet running away in grains, oblivious to my presence,

As I stand alone, listening to the sand.

Copyright by Delilah Das

Precious Regrets

Lessons are forever,

There's always more to learn,

Student for life; of life,

Discovering secrets,

Exploring deep into the core.

Little by little,

Like a jigsaw puzzle,

Putting pieces together,

Seeing the bigger picture,

Slowly; secrets are revealed.

Knowledge is understanding,

Able to apply patience,

Tolerating others, situations,

Dealing with problems,

Handling circumstances,

In a more productive way.

Precious regrets,

Irreplaceable remorse,

Bad feelings; inner voices,

Saying no mistakes are made before,

Without reviews these feelings,

There'd be no lines drawn,

Once crossed; difficult, to recover.

Without feelings or emotions,

Even the most negative of reviews this,

Is built within all of us,

A warning system,

Alerting us, something is wrong,

I for one, misused this function,

Misunderstood; even accused,

Thinking it was against me,

Making me confused and lost.

Copyrighted by Tan Nguyen

The Eyes of a Man I Know

There's a world deeper 

Than the obscure depths of the cerulean ocean

And the floor underneath that conceals a destructive heat,

Calm, colorful, lively yet cold,

In the eyes of a man I know.

There's a bitter threshold to the forbidden abyss,

That reeks of moss in crevices unhealed,

Like the open flesh of a fresh red wound,

Now plagued by rust that tastes of despair,

In the eyes of a man I know.

There's a sky brighter than the bed of the midday sun,

And wings mightier than an eagle's embrace,

And words sweeter than a bee's nectar

Embedded in the depths of a flower called Hope,

In the eyes of a man I know.

Copyright by Delilah Das

Journey Through The Enchanted Forest

Credit: deviantArt

Where am I?

Suddenly surrounded,

By strange creatures,

Trees asking me questions,

I've always known,

One day I shall lose my mind.

Creatures; delighted by my presence,

In their eyes, I am odd looking,

Standing in their world,

I suppose it's true,

Irrelevant that they can speak,

It's normal after all.

Flowers that sing,

Swaying back and forth,

Gently blown by the wind,

Dancing while they sing,

Listening intently to the words,

Falling asleep under its spells,

Beautiful yet treacherous.

Logic thrown out the window,

Everything I thought I'd Knew,

No longer applied here,

Starting back to the basic,

Learning everything over again,

Slowly my perceptions change.

What was once strange and weird,

Becoming normal and real,

Journey through enchanted forest,

Without an open mind,

Surely I would not understand.

Instead of adapting, appreciating,

I'd be calling them unpleasant names.

Copyright by Tan Nguyen