in the core of darkness

This familiar whistle of the summer breeze

And with it the gush of memories

I relive them all, and as I fall

Into this eternal darkness of the night

I feel at ease, almost like home,

A comfort in the absence of light

As it opens its long black wings

In silence, my solitude sings

Songs that only I know, songs that I adore

The stillness of the night seems to play

Music, more soulful than any hum of the day

And in its embrace, I weep like a child

For I find solace at least for a while

It holds all my secrets, all my fears

Without judging, with no complaints

Strokes my hair, wipes my tears

As I hold on to that tiny thread

Uncertain of what lies ahead

A series of pictures runs through my mind

A black and white album from a different time

The present, however has a lot of grey

I hold on begging it to stay

With every plead, it moves further away

The  harder I grip, the more it slips

And I am left back in the arms of darkness

Yet I long for what doesn’t belong

To me…..

letting go…

I forgive you…..

For all the instances you let me down

For all  the times you weren’t around

For all the paths I walked alone

For all the battles I fought alone

For all the things you did me wrong

For all the pains I carried along

For all the days I longed for you

For all the nights when I was blue

For all the words that were said

For all the tears that I shed

For all the reasons that we fought

For all the blames that I got

For all the apologies that I made

For all the times you betrayed

All those moments that were lost

 And wasted like a melting frost

Are running down my cheeks now

And for one last time, I allow

You to make me feel this way

 

And I forgive you…..

An orchestra

The rumble of the running train

The splatter of the pouring rain

Each creates a magical symphony

Not just a random noise in vain


The rustle of the autumn leaves

The chirping birds in spring eves

A different note, the same pattern

Interlaced in time as nature weaves

The bustle of the busy street

The flicker of the summer heat

The cry of a newborn child

The tapping of a dancer’s feet

Every sound there was and will be, is not lost, but stored rather safely

In the womb of time, in the form of rhyme

And songs that are a thousand years old, stories that have been told and retold

Of loves found and lost, of roads walked and crossed

Of peaceful days in white sands, of journeys made in alien lands

And of victories and defeats and loyalties and deceits

 All floats around like the eons old wind,

Listen to it, it plays a song,

And when you hear it, sing along

For you play a part too, to help it carry on…….

An organised chaos

Expecting the unexpected

While anticipating serendipity

Hoping against hope

Right from the core of divided integrity

Aware of the possible impossibility

In a realistic dream

Hence a room for a calculated error

In a planned unforeseen

Although hopelessly optimistic

Yet confidently unsure

Due to the fear of a deliberate mistake

With an intention almost pure

Despite the randomised pattern

In this peaceful fight

With myself, I’ve agreed to disagree

Now left with an obscure insight

And one fine day….

She looked ugly, she looked bad

Or so they said, ain’t it rather sad?

And all her life, she lived that way

Oh poor little duckling, what a price to pay

“She swims no good and she’s a duck”

They whispered and cursed her luck

“She looks no good”, the others said

“Her body is smaller than her head”

So she lived in a burrow hiding her face

Then one fine day, a miracle took place

She lost her ugly gray hair, all in one go

And instead grew feathers, as white as snow

She now became, what was meant to be

Not a duck, but a lovely swan you see!

And as they watched, much to their surprise

She gleamed to the colour of sunrise

And she soared, and she flew

To heavens, in sky bright and blue!

“…..I’ll be on my way…..”

She knew it was coming,

The sun was sinking in the west

Probably her last, it better be the best

From somewhere in that room, The Beatles play,

As the June light turns to moonlight I’ll be on my way 

She heard them ringing,

In a Church the sound of prayer bells

How she longed to be there, but her heart tells

It was forbidden, why, she would never understand

She only did what many did to her, but they were not banned

She was now playing,

In her mind, the flashback of her life

Which was nothing but a never ending bitter strife

Between right and wrong, pain and pleasure, good and bad

And a wish for the moment, to live the dream that she had always had

She began singing

The songs about friends and false lovers

Who saved their love for under her blanket covers

And, would leave the following morning with a tip or two

Only to be replaced by another, just the same, yet how time flew

She was disappearing

In the darkness around her bed

She closed her eyes, the day is dead

In a corner of the room, The Beatles still play

As the June light turns to moonlight, I’ll be on my way


return of the season

 

The night gets darker, I walk by the moonlight

I feel your presence, yet I long for your sight

 

The small café on the other side of the road

Is still open, facing your quiet, lonely abode

 

The tired old autumn leaves fall to the ground

Waiting perhaps, to return as the seasons turn around

 

And among them I walk, feeling you by my side

Holding my hand, following the stars as our only guide

 

And they turn dim in the golden sky, the night is gone

I am still there waiting for you to be back to where you belong!

 

 

The Perfect Poets 4 Thursday Poets Rally Week 40

It’s a beautiful day

The spring is here

Let’s celebrate this season

Under the sky, bright and clear!!

 

Thanks to whoever nominated me and congratulations to the other winners.  I nominate Silvertongue and Jingle for Poetry Rally Week 41

What goes around comes around

You say it’s unfair, that you didn’t deserve it

I know the perfect thing to say, but I won’t say it

A million flashbacks run through my mind

Would you please rewind your memory to the time?

When you thought the world revolved around you

Oh! I’m sorry, you still think so, don’t you?

Things are still the same, there is, but one difference

You have become the joke that you once made at others’ expense

Call me all the names in the world, I couldn’t care less

I have no role whatsoever; you asked fate for this mess

I’m now over with what you did, over with being hurt and bruised and battered

Remember it’s always mind over matter; now I don’t mind and you don’t matter

The face looking at you that you call ugly and full of terror

Is actually karma showing you the mirror😉

 

a forgotten friend

I saw you the other day

As I walked down the lane

Was it of shock or delight I cannot say

The feeling of familiarity that came

I thought you were gone

Or at least they told me so

Should’ve known they were wrong

Should’ve known you wouldn’t go

Missed you when the day turned dark

And in the sky when the stars did spark

Missed you when the rain poured down

And the arch of the rainbow touched the ground

Remember the dreams we shared?

About princes and castles and fairytales

If I asked you to, would you still care?

And join me again as I sail

Along the flow of memories I left behind

And with them, you, my dear friend

I kept you out of my mind

I thought that was an end

But now I know you were there

With me in every laughter and pain

When I gave up in despair

You were the voice that said “try again”!

 

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