I reach out,
Touch the sky.
The sky moves,
Teases me.
Suddenly, I find
The sky beside me;
Feel the blue,
On my cheek.
My heart flutters,
Starts to sing.
The sky moves,
Just out of reach.
I reach out…
Once again,
This time,
With a song in my heart.
I tell stories about various things in life through fiction and poetry. I am a regular human being with stories to tell and memories to create.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Blissful Sleep
This morning,
I looked at the sky:
My rain was here!
Opened my mouth,
Closed my eyes.
The sweet taste,
From each drop,
Filling me;
I smiled… I slept.
I looked at the sky:
My rain was here!
Opened my mouth,
Closed my eyes.
The sweet taste,
From each drop,
Filling me;
I smiled… I slept.
Starlight
This morning,
I caught a star.
He looked at me,
With big black eyes;
“Put me back,
My rays will burn.”
I looked at her,
Fast asleep;
A dreamy smile,
On her lips.
For you my baby,
I’ll brave,
The icy chills,
Of a moonbeam;
The scalding heat,
Of a starlight.
The star still lies,
In my hand…
I caught a star.
He looked at me,
With big black eyes;
“Put me back,
My rays will burn.”
I looked at her,
Fast asleep;
A dreamy smile,
On her lips.
For you my baby,
I’ll brave,
The icy chills,
Of a moonbeam;
The scalding heat,
Of a starlight.
The star still lies,
In my hand…
Friday, May 04, 2007
The Day I Missed the Rain
So much has happened!
The thunder clouds pass by;
I look up and sigh,
“Oh! Where’s my rain today?”
The thunder clouds pass by;
I look up and sigh,
“Oh! Where’s my rain today?”
The memories and a smile
You came into my life,
Years ago;
Took away the loneliness,
Made a big difference;
Shudder to think,
What I would be,
If there was no us then!
Today, as we contemplate,
Deviating our paths,
I promise you this,
Won’t trivialise things that have been,
You and me;
The meaning of the past,
Will never change!
Years ago;
Took away the loneliness,
Made a big difference;
Shudder to think,
What I would be,
If there was no us then!
Today, as we contemplate,
Deviating our paths,
I promise you this,
Won’t trivialise things that have been,
You and me;
The meaning of the past,
Will never change!
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