Wednesday 12 September 2018

Down the memory lane


Gone are those days of innocence
When happiness  seemed to stay.
Nobody cares a tuppence,
For all the little delights of a child;
Like catching fireflies,
Chasing the rabbits in the wild,
The summer swings at our granpa’s,
Racing down the slides
Like eagles swooping down
And emerging like phoenixes of renewed vigour
Climbing back to the top, only
To slide down with an uproar and glee.
Then comes a time when,
Children are lost in the grind.
These happy souls forget to laugh
Happy giggles are burnt at stake 
That’s  diplomacy and attitude they say
They become social animals,
their uproar and glee,
Is never for a good reason;
THE CHILD IS, THE FATHER OF MAN.

              (written for NGPIT magazine 2015)

Monday 10 September 2018

The Hated one

If I did get a chance I would relive every moment 
Gladly would  I spend with you,dear beloved
Another lifetime in utter joy  hand in  hand,   
And never leave your side henceforth 
Chances are but hard to fetch
With the highest rates of missing them 
Hate myself for losing the only chance 
Of a lifetime of companionship 
Blaming myself for no fault of mine 
Ends not... the pain 
O Kindred one I would forgive you 
For the departure premature
Only if you tell me why you
Dare not fight death 
Like a hermit detached 
Forsaken your beloved's existence 
Answer me or let me be pained with your negligence. 
Let me hate you for your unfeeling 
Hate you for your ignorance 
But in the end such despise 
Ends not... the pain 
And in my hate my love grows 

Life's Hard

Life's hard and hard times don't last 
Truth lasts 
Hard work lasts 
Love lasts 
Memories last
All the other things reign but don't last 

Sunday 9 September 2018

The Elusive One

To her happiness is a misty dream
Of her beloved wearing his best smile
Calling out her name on a day warm
As she makes her way toward
The distance seemed miles
I could hear him say
That I need to stay
I need to be happy
But happiness is elusive
Happiness is love.

Saturday 8 September 2018

My Beloved's Voice

The voice that haunts me
In the music I hear 
The voice that haunts me
In my dreams clear
The voice that haunts me
Through our children dear
He still loves me
Pledges to stay in my heart forever more.
All the songs he sang 
Resonated from his core 
No pretense or hyperbole 
As gentle and sweet as a foal.