We held hands and promised
To grow old together,
To laugh at our follies,
And to cry at our mistakes.
It was the promise of a dream
To wait together for the sunset,
A dream that was shattered
When one hand had to let go.
A Promise
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Childhood Revisited
All those simple memories
Of our childhood
Still walk hand-in-hand
To wake up
At chance encounters.
Little feet, little legs-
That’s what we had
In those elementary years
When we walked back
To our separate homes.
Spread across the street,
We walked abreast
In those days
Of scant traffic.
Those were innocent days
Of no warped thought
And only straight talks
In the purity of childhood.
Decades later, I met
One of these walkers!
It was an unexpected
And arresting moment!
Eyes brimming
With joyful tears,
Hand over hand
In a warm clasp,
We sharied those bygone days
In an affecting moment.
Words had no place ,
But our glances spoke
Of what we knew
Was pure without deceit
In that incandescent,
But innocent moment !
Waiting
So much time
Has tiptoed away
After the last breath
Slowly forsook you.
Grass covers your grave,
Ice frosts it,
Rain soaks it,
Dew moistens it,
Sun burns it
And wind sweeps it.
Yet you slumber away
In eternal rest.
The leaves have yellowed
And the fallen leaves
Deck the grass
On which I kneel,
Waiting patiently
To join my time with yours.
The Kid Behind the Tree
Who is the kid behind the tree?
Is he hiding from the world,
Away from the taunts and insults,
To shield from barbs and thorns–
Like the child in the bubble–
Free from contaminants
That hurt the smooth existence
Of a sweet childhood?
Is he hiding from the world
Because the world overwhelms him,
Expecting too much
From his little self,
To think like an adult,
Always to be good,
Not to be an idiot,
To be the wisest of all,
To be the smartest of all,
And never to make mistakes?
Where is his carefree childhood
Full of sweet and guileless memories?
Birthday Greeting
As a rose blooms
On a dewy morning,
Unfurling pearlesque petals
In unhurried fashion,
Eliana Rose woke up
On her Birthday,
Smiled ethereally
At her new beginning,
Welcoming all the best
That is to be her tomorrows.
Fall Myriad
I felt the delicious nip
Of Fall’s breeze
On my nosetips, eyelashes, and cheeks
And blissfully savored
The tawny gold season.
Around me fell the leaves
Like butterflies winging down
Never to rise again.
The aureate and ochre fluttering
Of maple, birch and oak leaves
Screned me in an alcove
Of Mattisse Odalisque.
Squirrels skittered with mouths
Bulging with acorns;
Rabbits ran helter-skelter;
Flowers died and dried
And their stalks withered.
The trees stood divested
And exposed the empty nests
Left vacant by birds who migrate
At winter’s imminent arrival.
Life dwindled away
And I waited
In dormant thoughts
For the next regeneration.
Wayside Flowers
So many glittering stars,
So many enticing flowers,
So many enthralling views,
So many eventful days,
So many outstanding deeds
By so many illustrious people!
Yet, unobserved we stayed
On the outside – the onlookers.
Wars broke out, treaties were signed,
Skyscrapers were raised, discoveries were made,
Heroics were dared, and Space was straddled. ,
But the planet is rushing to doomsday
But, we stood on the wayside
Unable to stop the life threatening causes
Of air, water, and elements,
Unable to act,
Unable to change
The status quo of existential demise.
So, we remain the wayside flowers,
Merely existing for the day.
RosyView 