Foam in every wave
so measured...rising high
Aiming for the shore
in smooth descent
Everlasting music of the waves
reaching my feet
As I wait with bated breath
welcoming the touch of cool water
Waves, take away my miseries with you
when you recede to the horizon
And leave my Spirit renewed.
It's a stereotype
that I sit under blue
and you under pink
would you like to switch?
'cause sometimes,
I like me some pink twilight.
The stereotype is broken
when you defined it so
and now, I'm okay with pink
so long as it's just that
and not my gender
'cause sometimes
I like me some blue sky.
Time is my own secret garden
Where my thoughts flourish
Random thoughts like the runners helter-skelter
blooming at will
Beautiful thoughts, like the roses
Some thoughts of others, their lives, their ways
Like chrysanthemums multi-colored and bright
I lie on the grass sometimes
And look up at the beautiful blue sky
Watching seasons turn
Clouds floating, white, grey -
Sometimes the sky is blue and cloudless.
I relish the rains
bearing down on me,
making patterns as they fall...\
and I still among my flowers
In my own garden.
As you fade away into eternity
Far away from me
Forever
Maybe never to meet again
I want you to know
that I will always cherish
all that was pure in our relationship.
Sometimes there's overlapping
and you are not who you are
but someone who someone else wants you to be
I do not recognize the person
you have become
I do not relate to you anymore
But I wish you well
as I bid you goodbye.
Your time, My time
Our time together
Is over.
The hour was now
The time was day
Your thoughts eternity
And Death -
Just a moment
Leaving no time for
Philosophies
Prayers
Goodbyes
The players move on...
For them
The hour is still now
The time is still day
Their thoughts eternity.
A drop evaporated the ocean
Some ripples,
and then none.
Ten-year-old little street urchins
little boys..
hanging around -
voices up a tree
little dirty figures
perched on high walls
eating wild fruit.
How did they get there?
Little urchins
somersaulting into the ocean -
funny fish that are born knowing
how to swim and dive.
Little urchins
thrive on wild fruits and leaves
play cricket
with sticks for wickets
and branches for bat
and stones for ball.
Litlte urchins...
where do they come from?
living in a parallel universe
living precariously between life and death
all the time!
But it's now past 7 in the evening...
it's time to go home
"Mummy will search."
It's a dark, rainy day
Rain-splattered,
I take shelter in a wayside teashop
Shopkeeper places a
steaming hot cup of chai in my hands
I gaze at closed shops across
and trees bent in the wind
Someone runs into the shop,
pulling their coat closer for comfort
and stands against wall, shaking off the water
Shopkeeper places a hot cup of chai in his hands
Gratitude and Thanks, this is all I need
Shopkeeper gives me a plate with a samosa in it
And I think,
At this point in my life
I am exactly
Where I want to be.
Dear God
Where is the lake of my childhood?
Here you go my dear!
Dear God
Where is that refreshing breeze
Here you go my dear!
Dear God
Where are those trees and green grass and wilderness that I love so much
Here you go my dear
Dear God
Where are the birds i used to know the names of
Here you go my dear
Dear God
Where is the blue sky with the white clouds that I used to lie on the grass and watch float by
Here you go my dear
Dear God
Where is that first star that knew my deepest desire
Here you go my dear
Dear God
Where is the Sun
that the newborn lamb in all its innocence wakes up to?
Here you go my dear
Dear God
Where is the Moon
That I tell stories about to my grandson as I feed him his dinner
Here you go my dear
Dear God
Where is the mist that I used to cut through to go to school
here you go my dear
Dear God
Where is that beautiful rain that came as a blessing
Here you go my dear
And how do I know it's all from you?
Look up child
I'm that formation in the cloud
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