Soft, silky or rough
Spreading with love
Brightening
My mornings
Supporting
New beginnings
I devour your goodness
And sense your godliness
Best friend, lover and soulmate
Every day they wait
My loyal companions
Are peanut butter and toast
That adorn my plate
Imagine!
A river,
That flows with passion and purpose
Meanders slowly
Around a rock – glowing purple
A hue deeper than itself
Revealing
Polished, shiny, new
Amethyst
Inspiring children’s awe
The water pauses,
Sending ripples
In circular directions
Gently and soothingly
Spreading the moonlight
In elegant ballet-like actions
One day, an array of 1 million candles it accepts
Way more than it can handle
Sacrificing, smilingly
Its once clean, untouched surface
Now drinking
And drenching In dripping wax
Burning
Sins scorching away
Compassion at bay,
On the darkest moonless night
Allowing 1 million fingers to intertwine
To seek victory of light
Igniting
Souls that had lost their way
Stars start to fade away,
The moon is half
The sky is black
The majestic Atlantic roars
In the distance as the waves dance
Fierce, mighty, loud and massive
Foretelling a storm on its way
Warning the world to stay in today.
Couples cuddle in bed,
Elderly snore, reliving their forgotten past,
Children dream of dolls, toy cars and yummy treats
A spell has been cast over this city
Tonight,
Everyone sleeps in bountiful peace
A perfect night to cherish the bed,
And bask in the warmth by a balmy hearth
He rises from bed staring at the silent street
The spectacle begins yet once more.
People cheering, families smiling
T’was a celebration of a welcome back
He felt lost in his own home town,
Lonely among the obnoxiously excited crowd
He looks around anxiously
For his childhood friend Jake,
Only knowing too well he won’t be coming back
Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever
He too lies in a deep, eternal sleep
Tucked safely under a poppy field,
Find a little kid to share a snuggle with, get yourself some pumpkin pie and read this to them. They will love you forever, or at least a very long time until they become teenagers. If there is no kid around, read this tale of a jack-o-lantern to yourself, and the child within you will be revived and excited just in time for Halloween!
Walking through an eerie forest trail,
I heard a soft whimper from beneath.
I knelt down to see what the poor thing was by my feet.
Buried under freshly fallen red leaves
sat the most orange, roundest and plumpest pumpkin I’ve ever seen!
It’s eyes were perfect triangles, my teacher would give them the highest grade,
a fair little nose above a tiny stretch of squiggles – its mouth was so finely made.
“Oh little pumpkin, why do you cry?”
“you are so beautiful, tears don’t suit your eyes.” I whispered.
After sobbing a little more, the sad pumpkin finally looked up.
“Surely I am a cutie pie, but I am so lonely I can’t lie!” he replied.
“All my friends are gone, they all have warm cozy homes, and here I am in a forest where nobody roams!.”
He looked down and shuddered and then began to sob even louder and louder.
“Aww my friend don’t you worry, I think I have a solution, but lets hurry.” I said softly.
“Oh what is it?”, he looked at me shockedly
“Why don’t you come home with me?
We can live together as a happy family!” I smiled,
“Are you sure?” he said,
“you are the first person who has ever asked, and I have been here for quiet a long while!”.
“Of course, you silly.” I replied.
“Let’s get going before it becomes dark at night.”
And so I brought a joyful little pumpkin home,
He is so happy to be here, and has never again felt alone!
Lovers don’t love dandelions like they love roses,
but children do adore making wishes as they sprinkle above.
Dandelions don’t pose in vases as promises of everlasting love,
they flourish in fields, freely blowing kisses to whoever they please.
They don’t breed temptations or tantalize eternal youth and sensuous ways,
they inspire innocence for people at any age, seeking to be amazed in the summer haze.
Wish i could enjoy evenings more.
When darkness creeps into the air and seeps in through my skin
Numbing my every fiber, cloaking the pain it causes.
When glistening green leaves loose their luster and time pauses- as they tell tales of loss and loneliness.
When lakes of sapphire start weeping into a storm, and the once serene waves now scream and yelp!
When prayers become desperate calls for help, and you look hard for a beacon of hope, but don’t see the rope that can
pull you ashore.
This is why I really wish I could enjoy evenings more
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What Do Streetlights Do?
Sometimes white sometimes yellow.
They observe the streets both hollow and mellow
with figurines, silhouettes, people and shadows
Dancing, walking, driving, biking,
laughing, smiling, pondering, rejoicing,
smoking for habit, for pleasure, for grief,
Reminiscing.
missing, hurting, gazing into nothingness,
rotting and reflecting –
all without realizing they are being watched.
As the sun kisses good bye to the sky,
these silent observers flicker on and provide
an audience for the lonely souls who
take out the garbage and bring in the mail
who train puppies and walk dogs.
They see it all without judgement or care,
first kisses and breakups and love affairs
the drifting leaves in mid air, snowmen melting and colours returning
Babies returning as grand parents
the cycle of life over and over and over again
Saturated with wisdom they stand strong ,
silently watching.
The good, the bad, the left, right and wrong.
A squirrel scurrying through the damp ground,
Finally comes out, looks around
To find that it has the whole forest to itself and there exist no bounds.
A red robin parched on a leafless branch
Shares stories, sings about its glories –
Reminiscing about the time when the whole world was its ranch
The leaves begin emerging, slowly adorning the moist, bare lumber,
Bringing back life- birds, butterflies, bees and hives,
Once again the air is filled with colours, sounds, souls and wonder
With the battle against the withering winter won, even we have been given a choice:
We can relive the winter blues, meditate upon the cold grey hues
Or, we can give wings to our dreams, songs to our love, and the artist within us a new voice.
Oh no I fell victim to the cupids arrows,
and now i am in love from head to toe.
For my lover, I shall buy roses and chocolates tomorrow,
and savour till the last bite while listening to romantic solos
Because falling in love with myself is hard work of couple of decades or so!
Its better to be broken than break,
but sometimes, that’s the choice we have to make.
Because you just need the pieces apart, to mend them in a new way, and recreate.
Sadly, this time its my turn to make that decision.
Because the reality is setting in, and we are out of places to run.
Maybe breaking us wont hurt as much, if we take with us the the together moments we won?
Greenvree 