Remembering…

Every little breeze, brings with it
A whiff of you, unforgettable, unsaid;
It’s hard to let go, to say goodbye
To the sweet little roses, so lovely, so red…

Each teardrop is a memory
Of a moment we had together
Of a time when we played, cried, laughed
Of the rain and of the sunny weather…

When we agreed to disagree on everything,
And shared our sorrows, our grief, our joys
When we fought together, when we fought one another
When we sang together, as one voice…

It’s hard to forget, to say ‘tis the end,
Of the relationship that we had…
They say parting is such sweet sorrow
For who knows, we may meet but tomorrow…

A Nightmare to remember....

I had a scary nightmare once,
What a horrible one it was
Where numbers loomed, and figures danced
And christened me a dunce…

With sickles sharp, they rushed at me
Drowned me in acids rare;
And formulae that cracked my head
That left me dry and bare…

A nightmare about a test ahead,
Is a bad one, oh never again!
Where my mind refused to yield
Everything I’d ever read…

I then awoke, with a scream and a start
To the scary sounds of a bell;
And found myself sweating, ‘twas but a dream
But ‘twas one that shook my heart…

Bubbles

From a child’s little stick
Burst forth a hundred bubbles new
Set forth each, with a mind of its own
To conquer the skies as it flew…

Set apart was this one bubble
Higher than the rest it flew to see
It carried the rainbow on its back,
Higher and higher it went in glee…

It looked below, and saw beneath
The beauty of panoramic green,
Meadows and leas and fair blue streams
And people and animals, ‘twas such a scene…

That filled its heart with so much love
And joy and calm and peace,
Till it burst, to spread into the air
That happiness, across the seas…

Night....

The setting sun, in brilliant gold,
Sets awash the sky azure
For night’s armies to march on, take hold
To bring a cool breeze, lilting, pure…

And starry skies, dimpled in silver,
With stars, so far, but clear
Fills my heart with emotions new
And lends it some new songs to hear…

The cries of birds returning,
The gurgling ballads of the streams,
The crickets and cicadas call in yearning
To meet the love of their dreams…

And thus passes the night, again
Begins the sun another day, new
I wait again for Mother Earth to embrace
Another night, to cure me of my pain…

Today....

Today I understand, what I missed so long
Today I realize, what could have been,
Today went by, like a forgotten song
Today I felt saddened, yet serene…

It could have been another moment
Today, when our eyes met again
And stopped me giving you as you went
My love for you, my pain…

My mind swept back to you, today
Like it did a million times before
That swirling mist, that cloudy day
When our eyes first met but once, no more

My madness, without rhyme or reason
Held back within a grasp so brittle
Burst out today, with that old season
Today, when came the rain, a little…

Gushed forth in flood, my tears, today
I saw you drenched in summer’s rain
Today I know how much I missed you,
And today, I’m in love with you again…

Summer...

Under the wilting, boiling heat of May,

When the sun beats down in furious rage;

And mankind can do naught but pray

For deliverance, for succour, for peace, for rain...

When a few drops sprayed, like manna from above,

Are just not enough, and not many are relieved

When weeks still pass, like hell, yet how

The sun, still infuriated, still looking peeved...

Parches the land, dries out its face,

Burns up the grass, empties the lakes,

And witness is man to its wrath, to erase

Any semblance of sanity, as summer awakes...

Oh for some water, a deluge today...

To slake our thirsts, to ease our fevered pain,

Oh for some water, to send our way...

What must we do, to be blessed with some rain?

The Pain of No Words...

What if a poet were to lose his words,

what if he could see nothing in his heart,

to express the pain or the joy he feels

when he woos his love, who is miles apart...

It would be sad, to not see the world,

In colours that only a poet could bring,

Those hundred rainbows, 'twere mixed and swirled,

In words that only a poet could sing...

In misery, in joy, in a mundane day's sunset,

To look for those miracle words, in the rain so wet;

Upon the parched earth, upon the flooding lanes,

In the flight of the birds, as the yellow moon wanes...

Like dewdrops and snowflakes, and all things so pure,

What if the words evaporate, what if they disappear,

There'd be so many wounds to heal, afflictions to cure

And the world would be poorer, and we'd shed a tear....