Just a Mere Spectator

Not a victim, a mere spectator,
Not a star but a collector.
A collector of what you ask,
Of hopes, dreams and aspirations,
Of those unfulfilled promises, of those broken commitments.
But, am not a victim, just a mere spectator.
I watch the seasons come and go,
In spring with flowers, so does the sadness grow.
In summer with heat, the heart burns in defeat.
What do I say about winter, when tears freeze not ready to surrender.
But, am not a victim, just a mere spectator.
A spectator of what you ask,
Of a life that will unfold - Happiness to counter stifling pain,
And Goodness for the memory to maintain.
Oh how I love being a spectator
For after every fall, my strength I regain!

Black Rose

Betrayed the heart, Betrayed the soul,
Oh black rose you betray them no more.
They have left you behind - your sinful goodness hurt them all.
Black is darkness, it is a hole, Black is you, The devil within all.
Good wins over evil yet again,
Yes Black Rose, you fail in the bargain.
Who are you, What are you?
These questions still remain.
Manifestation of evil, the product of loss and pain.
Destined to be admired by the dark forces.
You are the companion of loneliness.
Live black rose as life has eternal nights in store for you.
Live in your unholy land till your thorns prick you too,
Love, Sympathy, Compassion are oblivious of your existence.
Only I, the mother of vice see you for what you are.
Drown in your coldness - That is your faith, that is your endlessness.