MY ANGEL…

Take me with you my angel
To a place nobody knows,
Where the sea of hatred ends
And the river of love flows

Take me to your land
Where my soul resides,
Where fear loses its grip
And hope becomes my guide

Take me to the winds
Carry me along as you fly,
Let my wishes be my wings
And my dreams the never ending sky

Hold me my angel
And always do so,
Never leave me alone
Even when life lets me go

 

 

This is an old but a very special poem of mine…it is one of the first poems I wrote when I tried my hand at poetry around two years back 🙂

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…………today……..

Today I roamed…..

Like a bird in the sky

Going up so high

Beyond the limits of your eye

Today I played…..

Like a child with a toy

Everything but coy

In a world of peace and joy

Today I lived…….

Like the fierce old sea

Full of life and free

If you saw, you would agree

whole…..again

I let my feet touch

The damp cold ground

I shut my ears as such

To keep the sound

Of the world aside

And despite the pain

I let the rain

Fall briskly on my skin

Hitting every cell of my being

Drop by drop

Again and again

rain

Completely drenched now

Shivering in the cold

Yet I felt warm somehow

As a divine heat flooded my soul

Making it whole,

Once again….

………never apart……

The winds that blow through my hair

Must have surely touched you

The moon that stares at me tonight

Must be watching you too

These drizzling raindrops in the dark

That gently hit my face

Must have passed through your hands

Sometime, in some distant place

The flying pollens in the garden

Bring to me your fragrance

You must have seen them flying too

You must have felt their presence

The dreams that take me to you

Must have knocked on your heart

Tying us with a bond so strong

Like we were never apart…………..

Reflection…..

I shall be fine tomorrow
Today will just pass
It’s the hope of the morning
That makes the long dark night last

Eyes filled with dreams,
Heart filled with hopes
Every day is the same as the one before
Yet each day takes to a new road

Bruised and battered,
Torn and tossed
This soul is not yet tired
Aware of the many rivers yet to be crossed………..