some fall in love
others love the idea of love
some thirst for water
others sip champagne in delight
poetry
i’ve fallen for you
you’re a scarf to smoothen out of place strands
you’re velvet to skin
cognac to the lost weeper
tea drank by the grassy bank
a sail to brave through strong winds and tides
pot of gold under the rainbow
a listener, comforter
nurse to the banes of my life
When the hours are long gone
And we ache in our bones
A place of rest, we find to repose
So we close our eyes, and curl our toes
And for some hours or more, our troubles subside
But in the middle of the night, we awaken wide
And are reminded once again of our pending perils
Wishing we could sleep forever, take some sleeping pills
To forget all our worries and put them on hold
But it continues years and years, till we are frail and old
Realizing then, the fallacies on TV we’ve been sold
Only maybe, we’d be closer to a forever sleep
Shutting our eyes, one final time, with all our uncertainties buried away deep.
Elsie
Down by the lakefront
I live in a black and white world
Bottling my kaleidoscope
To be carried to the distant
I am never satisfied
In a world of colour
For in a black and white world
There will alway be possibility
There is a drive I thrive on
A burning flame of passion
Raw, unfixed thoughts
Uncoloured dreams
Down by the lakefront
Captured in a black and white photo
No blue to your sky, no green to weeds
More room for visions for the unsatisfied soul
Rose coloured glasses
A lover inducing fever
Butterflies, dying everyday
All these, I encountered at the back of love
Clay, remolded at every chance
Anticipation, a string necklace ripped off
Pulling oceans from beyond the horizon
All these, I encountered at the back of love
The back of love
Obstacle ridden
Buoys one day, land mines on another
All that I’ve known, is the back of love
Lovers tiff, they near their brink
Almost, amounts to naught
The ‘what ifs’, the ‘could have beens’, all sunk deep
Almost, it spearheads the shipwreck.
Lovers distant, but in love
And almost is to blame for the wedge
Happy endings in search of the shores
Almost, repels, casting them to tides high.
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