A day without you...

A day without you,

Is like a bird
without wings,

Trying to take flight
above the stars,

And by Saturn without
rings.

A day without you,

Is like a ring
without a hand,

Found lost and broken
on a beach,

Without the sand.

A day without you,

Is like a smile
without a face,

Smiling at the
flowers at home,

Sitting without a vase.

A day without you,

Is like a wedding
without a groom,

Alone in a desolate
house,

Without a room.

A day without you,

Is like a rainbow
without color,

Stretching over a
rich man’s house,

Without a dollar.

A day without you,

Is like an ocean
without a tide,

As the moon sits
still and doesn’t rise,

All the world wide.

A day without you,

Is like a desert
without the sun,

And in its depths a
poacher,

Who doesn’t have a
gun.

A day without you,

Is like all of this,

The world is
incomplete till’ you return,

And end this
reminisce.

-Gerald James Castro

Untimely Love...

Untimely Love..

As the fire emerged
from the man’s burning soul,

Sees an angel in
disguise and made his life whole,

Her ravishing eyes
gleam with ethereal beauty,

Her lovely grin
varies the man’s heart completely.

As he walked nigher
to the maiden he admires,

With his heart sated
with so much burning desires,

Her beauty is the
remedy for the man’s heart,

And she is the one
who is God’s work of art.

She is the missing
piece of the man’s solely life,

Seeking for her
everywhere until afterlife,

Every bits of his
life his love arose stronger,

He needs the verity,
he needs the answer.

Every dawn without
her pretty face to stare,

It’s like arousing up
from a barren world’s lair,

He only envisions her
face in a picture frame,

Parted his dried lips
to bid her six letter name.

She is the one, who
can verify the man’s crushed heart,

The one who could
redeem him from falling apart,

He’ll grant all to
her even if it’s operose,

Just to gratify her
heart and precluding loss.

Spirit within remains
lifeless without its dear,

The dark clouds
hiding the sky, made it seem unclear,

He’ll eternally
persist in a bleak domain,

Blinded without her,
inducing him to go insane……

-Gerald James Castro

Friends Without Faces

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens

We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.

With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze

Looking for something or someone, as we with in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes

Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody, to type out our name.

We want recognition, but it is always the same.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt.

In PM’s we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships, but how, we don’t know

But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen that we can be so bold

Telling our secrets, that have never been told.

Why is it we share the thought in our mind

With those we can’t see, as though we were blind.

The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.

We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.

We can’t tell real people, but tell someone we must,

So we turn to the ‘puter, and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains

They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.