Shadow of Words.

I text along, deep into the night,
To the shadow I met,
To the gleam I didnt.

For my words are endearing, a charm to recieve,
I do get back the same disguised words.
As my disposition is at rest, and my soul is set to decieve,

I need only thus, my textual intonation
to form those disguised letters of dust.

My true self is me the person,
My true self is me the soul.

I am not him, who lies in the shadow of the words,
which glorifies my highs and hides my lows.....

Building a son.

I've buried my life, to lay your foundatioin,

I've worked so hard to strengthen the pillars of your life.



I've planned every night to cement your future,

I've been so harsh to structure your habits.



I've earned every penny, to furnish your needs,

I've painted your nightmares with all my love.



My son, when you are ready to run the building of your life,

please show this old father that you care and love....


-rohan
(2, sep 2010)