The weeping rain cries in rememberance so does the shrinking tide I had promised to shed no tears You will find me mostly dry eyed.
My heart is too full to speak I won’t deny, tears do prick my eyes sometimes but moving on is the only way. I console myself with the thoughts of all the good times.
Sadly time does not bring relief as promised nor does it ease the throbbing pain all it may do is dull the ache momentarily the rules of living without you do constrain!
Memories remain etched so sharp Through the swirling mists of time However ephemeral, life does seem like a celebration, every now and then, when I feel your hand in mine.
Marriage of true minds is all bunkum; On seeing impediments in its way, It proves to be not at all fair dinkum, With trepidation it does quail! Nor is it as steady as the north star, In the wide inky star spangled sky. Easily shaken by even a tempest in a jar, Incapable to withstand every how and why! Love is surely Time’s fool, when beauty wans Ravaged by its relentless march. Love flies out of the window if visits to salons Fail. Unable to withstand Time’s forward charge. If at all thee thinketh love can last forever, A bigger fool than thy, can there be never!
(Taking liberty to turn sonnet 116 on its head😅)
Perfunctory air-kisses under the watchful eyes of curious kids Our awkward hugs were always at the doorway Craning over the overstuffed portmanteaus and backpacks Though inside I was coming all undone! Your wanderlust making you restless These past two years with the world going topsy-turvy Your heart longing for the deep secrets of sea We embarked on a fantastical journey Our contraption, in all its splendour, ready to take off with clangs and bangs Hey world! Here we come!
(I will be posting a poem or maybe two everyday this entire month. I look forward to your support and encouragement, at the same time I understand that reading every blog is not possible! Drop in whenever you can.)
Is existence a blufffigment, an illusionary vision? Stillness a quietus pigment Making all frayed fringes glisten.
Tranquillity has no remnant The vast swathes of cacophony (No harmony, no symphony) Envelope in clamourous waves All cryptic nuances escape Blame the inner disharmony!
I bottle feelings everyday dram by dram, drop by drop disappointment, despair, resentment as well as the blinding rage they all go in the same bottle
carefully, without the funnel, I pour gradually; drip, drip, drip spill not a driblet and get on with life with a plastered smile
when the sunless cloudscape presents itself I sit with myself the bottle by my side I swallow a mouthful of asperity laced cocktail sip by sip, sip by sip scanning the skies for stars to guide
the inverted questions remain suspended the knot in my stomach getting tighter I sit there with my empty bottle waiting for dawn to pick a fight
same old, same old life goes on with a sigh I get ready to bottle feelings again.
Tired of the congeries of compromise night pauses haltingly to collapse within itself the miracle of solitude no longer thrills her sceptic memories lie frozen in the limbo between shadows and reality gathering its tattered skirt lined with despair she makes way for another day fresh faced, happy draped in an amber glow he arrives on the wings of a birdsong but the rigmarole of humdrum routine leaves grey smudges under his eyes needless to say he realises too late he is just like a suggestion of the previous day.
Let me hold your tiny hand once again I want to relive those idyllic days once more Let us walk down the elusive memory lane When you were my little angel, oh so pure!
I want to relive those joyous days once more To fill my pockets with memories of your childhood When you were my little angel, so very pure I just can’t believe you are stepping into adulthood!
To fill my pockets with memories of your childhood Those sun filled days of carefree gurgling laughter I can’t believe you are stepping into adulthood My little doll is all grown-up, of age from hereafter.
Those sun filled days of carefree, gurgling laughter Let me make a gallery of reminisces once again My little doll is all grown-up, of age from hereafter My heart is filled with such a sweet pain!
Let’s walk the gallery of reminisces once again Let’s chase butterflies one more time My heart is filled with such a sweet pain Let’s catch sunbeams and hear woods chime.
Let’s chase butterflies one more time Let me send you off with a heartfelt smile Let’s catch sunbeams and hear woods chime Your journey will be long, cover it mile by mile.
Let me send you off with a heartfelt smile Though melancholy smites my poor heart Your journey is long, cover it mile by mile And I will from afar play my part.
Though melancholy smites my poor heart I cannot but be happy for you And I will from afar play my part It is now your life to live and pursue.
I cannot but be happy for you My dear little angel, oh so pure It is now your life to live and pursue But let me hold your hand just once again!
In the ever changing kaleidoscope of life greys crowded out all the vivid hues colours bled from my luxuriant dreams leaving them dully monochromed
dizzying joy, quirky warmth and undying passion were the gifts bestowed on me I floated dandelion like on the soft breeze of contentment
as a parting gift the heartbreak that was unexpectedly tossed my way shattered me beyond repair closing all doors on me
I gather my fragmented self decisively I acclimatise myself to the cloudy climes getting ready to take a plunge into the uncertain ocean of living again learning to dance with the rains
I believed I knew myself every line mapped, every vein marked the bumps and the dips, all accounted for burnished and buffed for the world to see then you came into my life the “I” you showed me is so different I look into the mirror again and trace the contours of my face trying to find what you see in me your fingertips, as they trail over my soul, reveal facets unknown your lingering gaze unravelling all my resolves your words peep into my future showing me a different vista the person I see in the mirror now is not me, it hurts that I’ve lived with this stranger for so long as I stare at mylikeness dispassionately I see dark corners deftly disguised the luminosity is also just reflected glory I now notice a shoddily tied bundle of fake positivity the inklings of chaos cleverly concealed everything shifting and sliding like sand a reflection so distorted that I cringe the one who gazes at me at present with narrowed eyes from behind the mirror smiles at my bewilderment and disappears with a sigh I embark on the journey of self discovery this time to acknowledge my true self.
As I stumble again over my tangled shoelaces wondrous memories light up the canvas of youth time is fluid and my mind lucid as I ramble through the lanes of past a hint of the fragrance of carefree laughter causes a lump in my throat that refuses to go the freaky four they called us behind our back our strangeness, the elephant in the room nobody had the courage to address we were unstoppable no kakorrhaphiophobia, no feeling of insufficiency my clumsiness never an issue secure in each others’ quaintness world warriors we were then fate spun a whirlwind so intense scattered across the globe we lie the magnet of uniqueness keeping us aligned I wipe my tears with a sigh hoping to see them before I die.
