If she ran With her little feet To give me a hug I would run back through time To reach that spot Once again to stay A little bit longer Hold her a little tighter Fill my heart With the ache That would linger forever
Category Archives: Poem
Take a Backseat
Sometimes One must take a backseatBit messyNot particularly neatWatching the traveled path Roll out through the rear windowReflecting on the pastAnd not worrying of the futureWatching the sun Peek through the passing treesShading the half open eyesSleepy but not tiredHands free, Off the steering, but insteadfolded on the resting neckSupporting the relaxed headLegs on theContinue reading “Take a Backseat”
Relaaaaaax till it lasts
How do you relax? Legs on the deskHands meshed in my hair Stretching back as muchTill that creaking sound of my chair Breathing slow, easy and steadySliding into deep sleep, without a careSnoring loudly, in no discernible rhythmOblivious and without a careIn those dreams, I am the bossAnd no employees to worry me thereMy dreamContinue reading “Relaaaaaax till it lasts”
World full of wonder
I see the worldFull of wondersMy eyes doI hear the soundVibrant and clearMy ears doI smell and tasteSome nice, some foulMy nose and tongue doIn my mindI make storiesVivid and trueThe world is out there There is one inside toowhich one is true?
Who watching whom?
World grooving on my Music
The headphones Connected seamlessly Snuggly fitting the ears My music flowed Into the mind And then the world changed Everyone moved in rhythm In tune with my rhythm my music
Dance of lights #haiku
Water and the lightsTheir dance is mesmerisingThey take many shapes #haiku
Let the claps go on
Does my scrawl Figure on your scrollDo my verseTravel across to your universeI wonderAnd when it doesDoes your eyes lingerAnd stop the fidgety fingerDo the words penetrateDoes your heart resonateI wonderAnd if it doesThere must be a signThat creates the perfect rhymeOf the song in meEchoing in youAs I scrawlI wonder… Claps are the fuelForContinue reading “Let the claps go on”
All, that is me
There is good in me That peeks and yearns to be seen There is bad in me That seeks To cast shadow on the screen It’s not that the good, is what is me And the bad, is not me It’s just that what I choose to keep, Is all that is Me
Dark night that walks
There is a dark skyThat walksAcross the scatteringOf Little sparksThen in time it turnsTo the bright blue sideIn keeping, with the pattern,That It must abideIn many such cyclesTravels forward the timeIn its ashes, soon forgottenIs all that I adored as mineAnd then when the urn is filledUp to the brim, piles up the grimeIt wouldContinue reading “Dark night that walks”
