Thursday 28 November 2019

Long gone Youth

His eyes are still bright,
Though he cannot see,
Clear blue sea,
That brushes him slight.

His ears still longs for that voice,
So melodious and mellifluous,
Now he has no choice,
But listen to nature's raucous.

His lips are dry,
Like the barren land,
They curl up into smile,
As he remembers sweet memories of holding her hand.

His bald head shines,
Which was once filled with hair,
Long, thick and fine,
Waving and dancing in the air.

Youth held his hand,
Like gorgeous trophy wife,
Making him beam with pride,
While his ego grew leaps and bound.

One fine day,
He woke up from his dream,
And found himself alone,
With no one to care,
Only memories of past
That were once so sweet.


Friday 8 November 2019

This journey called Life

There will be hiccups,
And there will be smooth landings,
But one must not give up hope,
In this journey called Life.


Relationship you once sowed,
With love and care,
May break apart,
But one must not give up hope,
In this journey called Life.

After season of good times,
Comes the severe drought,
Making us desire cool breeze,
But one must not give up hope,
In this journey called Life.

Success and Failures,
Are part of picture,
That is bigger and brighter,
But one must not give up hope,
In this journey called Life.

People will say,
Words of wisdom or folly,
That may take you up,
Or pull you down,
But one must not give up hope,
In this journey called Life.

The cycle of sorrow,
Will end surely,
And bright sun will shine,
Over you,
In this journey called Life.

Friday 1 November 2019

What shall I write?

What shall I write,
I think casually,
On cool Friday evening,
With my eyes open wide,
Staring at empty post,
Blank and bright.

What shall I write,
I ponder and wonder,
While rejecting the ideas,
Wandering in my mind.

What shall I write,
A poem or short tale,
That makes one smile,
After coming from tiring day.

What shall I write,
To satisfy my creative cravings,
And love for written art,
On this lazy Friday evening.

What shall I write,
Is puzzle on my mind,
Unsolved and untouched,
Like a hidden treasure.

What shall I write,
I think restlessly,
While time flies by,
And my hubby arrives,
Hungry for dinner,
That I am yet to cook.

Farmer’s pride

The farmer stares, At open skies, Hopelessly searching, For fluffy thick clouds. To his dismay, The sky is blue, The sun is out, Shining sha...