Saturday, October 24, 2015

Somewhere Along A Street

A moment quiet
In the depth of time
Somewhere along a street
Seemingly endless.
I see shadows of the past
Passing hither and tither 
Crossing every narrow path
Somewhere along a street
Seemingly endless.

A moment quite
Like the stillness of Monet's impression
Colors and light, but quietness inexplicable
Somewhere along a street
Seemingly endless.
I see trails of laughter shrouded in pain
Floating in the musky air 
Somewhere along a street
Seemingly endless.

I see deadness all along, shadowy though
Masking a reality of a world of battling egos
Where the fittest survives, the weakest dies
Somewhere along a street
Seemingly endless.

I see I am becoming a shadow
Trying to hide from the war 
That paints the earth with blood
And buries the body of many
Somewhere along a street
Seemingly endless.

I see 
I am awakened
A dream gone
But the grimy faces of war 
Remain
to stitch gory stories
Of maimed physiques, blinded souls,
And hopelessness. 


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Tuesday, October 13, 2015

A Friend



 (I am dedicating this poem to a wonderful friend, Mary Sawariyar from Johor, Malaysia)

A gift so priceless
A true friend that comes along
In this sojourn called life.
Rare indeed this precious gems
Through good times all shall stand by
But, through bad times only a handful remains;
Like the flame seated on a pure white candle
While burning steadily, it may flicker occasionally,
But, till the last drop of wax comes to an end
It shall remain there casting brightness all around;
Like the dark clouds with whimsical smiles
Thrown at the skies and all that beyond
Friendship may stumble and fall
But, the divinity of friendship will never fail,
The silver lining always tell the tale of this.

A gift I have gotten from the Highest One
A teacher, a friend, a sister and a listener
To learn from, to share with, to joke along
And to pour the joy and pain
A wonderful friend called Mary.

Thank you my dear friend.

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