264. Gibran and I

About how a poet can listen, evoke feelings and help cure the maladies of the world.

Abject frustration I have at a world that doesn't care
I have so many thoughts and goals, but there's no one there
I feel a strong sense of despair and dejection and many many things
Jailed am I in my own head, no love that shines and brings

A total disappointment that love cannot make us intertwine.
Drowned I am by a long running depression for no fault of mine
In earnest, I call for help wondering when that Grace will shine on me
Darkeness surrounds me, yet all I yearn for is Light that springeth from Thee

A captain at sea, adrift, yet I'm overflowing with a sense of direction
A faulty motor or defunct rudder separates me, shows my consternation.
Pulled down until I'm despondent, an incline I cannot climb
In the middle of all of this, I sense a warmth that sees me out of this bind

I see the truth of an old admonition, it causes my heart to swell
A total stranger helps, an unknown person - both have caused me to become well
A kind word and warming touch steady the currents that course within me
A friend who always has my back, the one that unravels me with a key

A mother, brother or some other has seen me through these times
A whiff of fresh air and Shazam, I'm mended - now I hear rustic chimes
Do as I dare, there is an eternal spring flowing in my blood
I care much for you, now overwhelm me with your love in flood

265. Unification

Underscores the need for warming to each other's troubles and dissolving boundaries. Dedicated to the Father of the Indian Nation.

263. Black and White

For a dear friend on the occasion of his book launch.