Night of laments
So why do I see the stars?
For every mistake, a choice I made
Night so contoured
Why do I sense hope?
The haze, slowly fading into the horizon
Night, of…restoration
Certainly must be
Regrets are in the distant
nature
How many more sighs
Gone are the hours of yesterday
And dawn, knocks behind the window pane
Before we let her in,
There are some matters to resolve
A worrisome heart and a pondering mind
Loud is the silence
But louder is The Voice
Beseeching and reassuring,
That we worry not about the morrow
And spare some minutes to rest
But stubborn as we are,
Owing to our human nature
We toss, turn and fret
And try to reconcile with hope,
With one question taunting, “How many more sighs, Lord ?”
ANEW
From what was a hushed night
We have now, morning
The silence remnants,
Still enveloping creek and corner
Soon it will have competition
When with sunrise, comes the bustle
And with the bustle, comes the hustle
The hustle, bringing forth a new chapter
The living are readying
To attack the day
Such zeal, such motivation
Pot scoops of such, invaluable
A brand new day
For the lonesome, the nurturers
For the caretakers, the peacemakers
Even more brilliant of a day, for a dreamer
poetry
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
Where Country Meets Sunset
Delightful
Like a country girl
In white taffeta
Anti
Like vino
Staining the white shift dress
In sync
Like a happy go lucky belle
Sunset gazing
Bashful
Like a flushed faced damsel
Thinking of her James Dean
Pretty purples, these swaying bluebells
At her feet
White taffeta, pollen stained
One plus one
Equals two
Where country meets sunset
Man and His Oak
The two
One seeking, one looking to be found
The two
Have one, an ache that is anticipation
The two
The Carpenter and the Oak.
Seemingly symbiotic loving,
But what materialized, the end indeed
Chameleon loving.
In all hues, till death
And in death, see the hues, now blackened.
At first sight, as we know, love
Thus began the fairytale
Man and the Oak
Leaves evergreen, nature’s centerpiece
And in her wait to be adored
In her wait to be found
She anticipated gratitude.
Man and his cherished Oak
Man, very much in control
Oak, naively besotted
Oh he changed her!
And she didn’t mind, because love…
Each day he carved her
An edge here, a curve there
Man, the Carpenter
Man, the Refiner
He wanted her perfect
Her beautiful flaws, he smoothened out
He wanted shine
Her grainy appearance, he glossed up
Man and his polished Oak
His anticipation, that his efforts be rewarded
And that was so, by his “work of art”
But what happened next
Tragic, love so tragic!
He, Man, sought after another Oak
He, Man, gave her out, without blinking
And her forever now,
Anger, resentment, shame and unhappiness
Trapped in a cocoon
Stripped of raw beauty
Exposed, and he, Man, had not cared
Man and His Oak
This is what he did to nature.
I Saw God
Pictures taken during my stay in Oslo
I saw God,
He approached me at the shoreline
Gently and calmly,
He tickled my toes
And He and I locked in an embrace,
As I awed in paradise.
I saw God,
At the mountain top, as he arched the sky
Colourful and a delightful sight,
He brought me joy
And he taught me gratitude
As my senses narrated the creation story.
I saw God,
As he fed the greens
Pitter patter, drop by drop,
Till each had their share,
Though thunder roared and lightning struck,
He reminded me to seek the light in the dark.
I saw God,
As He peered over my Grandma,
He held her hand and finally gave her rest
Although I cried as I would miss her dearly,
He made sure to give me comfort,
When she smiled her last and parted with Him
I saw God,
On the day of my matrimony.
The angels rejoiced, and He beamed all day
My soulmate, long promised, stared in my eyes
And I saw a love so pure, that signified my forever.
The right time had come in glory everlasting.
I’ve seen the Lord,
And I see Him each day.
When the sun rises, and reclines for the moon,
When the trees dance as hit by the breeze,
God is ever present, ever loving,
God is nature, God is love.
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