Distance

I am the sun,
My light attracts;
Pulls you closer,
Places you in orbit.
Don’t get any closer;
I’ll burn, I’ll singe,
And there won’t be you,
No more…

My Muse

Our worlds stretch,
Into two time zones.
I’ve laid the foundation,
For a long, long bridge.
It’s upto you now,
To help me build it,
And see it through.

It’s yours for the taking;
And if you decide not to,
I’ll build a pillar instead,
That will stand tall,
In my world…
I’ll dedicate it,
To the memory of us.

When I’m ever lonely,
I’ll sit leaning on the pillar,
And write some more songs;
‘cause the words seem to flow,
When my mind’s on you.
Oh yes! When my mind’s on you…

Pattoos!

Here I am,
Pining for you;
Your constant chatter,
The pitter patter of your feet;
Your love in the mornings,
Your little snores at night.

I miss the free
Hugs & kisses…
Who will I share,
These new stories with?
Who will I play with,
Every evening?
Who will I do,
A family walk with,
Every night?

My baby…
You are the constant
In my life, I’ll never
Want to change.

Even when you are gone,
I just close my eyes,
And I see your loving,
Big eyes, with that
Glint of mischief. Ah!

I love you baby.
Not because you are,
My little girl, no!
I love you,
Because you are
My companion and friend,
Everyday…
And you let me be,
The same, for you.

Optimism – or Just Escapism?

The sun is bright today,
It’s a totally new day.
I stretch and wake up;
Wake up to music,
Wake up to silence,
Wake up to words.

Excitement and anxiety,
Tug at my heart.
I just know you are out there,
Stretching like me,
Squinting at the sun,
And making a silent wish.

I continue to wait,
For that unseen dream…
To walk into my life,
And break the monotony.
You are today,
My unrealized destiny.

The thought of waking to you,
Keeps me going.
Today, once more,
I am stepping into the world;
My journey, I know,
Leads to you and you alone.

Shake me up,
When you find me…
Maybe you’ll find me
Asleep, dreaming... of you.

Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

Sitting on the forest floor,
The lone seed wondered,
“Am I the one,
Who’ll be the tall tree?
The pride of the forest
Will I be?”
He sat there alone,
Dreaming of things he would see,
Over the clouds and over the hill.
Lost was he, in his reverie…
When a little rodent,
Scurried toward him and,
Ground him with his front teeth!