Dear Grandpa,
Since the day of the old,
And the time of the new,
Your strength never grew cold,
Your mind was never due,
You stood strong,
Mighty as an ox,
Smart like an ape,
As cunning as a fox,
Though one more year goes by,
I hope to see you,
At the corner of my eye,
They may push you down,
And stomp on your belief,
May you stand your ground,
And not dare to grieve,
Every small act,
Is worth a thousand plays,
Never stop smiling,
Not by night nor by day,
The little things you do make a big change,
Don't you ever stop,
No matter what they say,
Even an elephant fears a mouse,
Even a tall building can fall,
The one true thing that matters in the end,
Is the one who's above them all.
A SKY WRITTEN IN ASHES
The sky was written in ashes, the clouds dark and bleak,
Whispering secrets they dare not speak.
Fire carved its visions on the rooftops of stone,
Each verse held a heartbeat, not sorrow alone.
Even the sky wrote in ashes, its story bathed in pain,
Yet hate turned to warmth, and the words bloomed again.
The sky’s cruel script was heavy and hushed,
But children dream in colors, pure and untouched.
Their joy rewrites what the fire erased,
At the sign of dawn, new stories are placed,
Though the sky is written in ashes, it is full of holes and scars,
The thread told to bind it is not very far,
The sky may write stories in ash and despair,
But remember the light that lingers through the air.
The keys are cold, the notes so sad,
To pipe love that never bloomed
A minor key sighs, moans and weeps,
To recall a promise made
The ivory keys hum a dirge ,
A broken song of its sown.
Roses once bloomed and threw their fragrance
to the vagabond wind as it traveled over
her garden at the edge of the world.
At the edge of the world wild and untamed
were her dreams of a lost soul wandering
and telling a story of rivers that sing.
You broke my heart, and I fell deep,
Into the cracks where shadows sleep.
The pain was sharp, the nights were long,
Yet in that dark, I found my song.
For in the ruins, a seed was sown,
A quiet strength I’d never known.
The pieces scattered on the floor
Became the roots I’d grown toward.
With every tear that stained my face,
I built the woman I now embrace.
The hurt you left was bitter, true,
But from that soil, my spirit grew.
I bloomed, not in spite, but because,
Of all the pain that tore and was.
For in the silence, I found my voice,
And in the loss, I made my choice.
To rise, to stand, to love again,
To heal the wound, to free the chain.
You broke my heart, and that was kind,
For now I see the strength you couldn’t find.
under canopy
of star-lit sky waiting for
beloved arrive
verse flowered from a bud bloomed
with unconditional love
Could you take me back?
To where Love once bloomed.
Away from this oozing
Wound.
Revive the flutters,
We used to feel.
Do away with the scars
I conceal.
Time and life,
Steal it away.
The love is lost,
It couldn't stay.
Back to where dreams
Came true.
Back to the family
I once knew.
She and I and
A little boy.
The apple of the eye,
All pride and joy.
Reality creeps in,
and I'm alone.
No one throws
This dog a bone.
Could you take me back?
To where love once bloomed.
Far away from this,
Cold Dark Tomb.
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With his baggy overalls
And a worn, plaid cap,
The old farmer recalls
With a piglet in his lap
Seated on the porch swing
Of his aging farmhouse,
He saw not a thing ...
But the life of a louse
A barn roof bowed
Stressing sparse board,
Tractor's down the road
Needs what he can't afford
Fields bare and dry
Never mind the cornstalks,
Who were not knee-high
Down the row he walks
On a day, too hot to toil
When the man couldn't cope,
At the corner of the soil
There stood a ray of hope
And so it was ...
He felt less doomed,
Simply and because ...
One sunflower bloomed.
Night bloomed into smoky waves
And silent memories
Dance in front of my closed eyes,
Allowing me no rest, no jump into slumber
The lyrics of the song playing on my device
Blur up in my ears
And my mind rolls back into the waves of time,
Back to when my grandfather would recount to me
Of what he has lived through as a driver
During the second world war
Peace was, by then, the reigning queen of life
And wars seemed to be a fairy tale meant to be spoken
Out loud during nights spent by campfires!
My device got into pause mode, which bid me to blink
Back to reality, laden with photos of people facing the
Ravages of war, their faces crisp, their teeth clenched
And their demeanor, stoic!
Grandpa, my heart called out, when shall peace be back?
I wish to enjoy the meaning of peace, again!
Written on 29th April 2023
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Gorgeous petals blew up in light of dawn,
gracing the air with their lovely fragrance;
Casting their rays like the dazzling sunshine;
Spreading their wings like the flying free birds.
They finally had their precious freedom
to show their shining beauty to the world;
A new butterfly out of chrysalis;
A loud explosion of gorgeous colors.
April 1, 2023
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Withered boughs are awakened from their sleep,
Rejuvenated from their prolonged rest,
There's a rapid uptake of nutrients,
There's a rebirth and an awakening,
Spring is at the helm of the renewed life,
There is a lavish display of colours,
Oh, spring your arrival has brought newness,
A door is opened to refreshing times.
May 19, 2023.
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Bloomed there are the starry flowers of life
On the twilight landscape of gold springtime,
The time horse runs far from the wood of Frost
Though the dream holds the sleep very warmly,
Crunchy leaves flow with the south gentle wind
Soggy meadows wrap the sunlight in ground
Steam hot under the green leaves, warming buds
Crunchy wildlife with the heave of spout trance
No stoppage in the beat lane of world blood
Why should sleep grasp the eyes in the trip lace?
Move fast if you want to lift yourself up
Lift up someone else for the happy goal
Bloomed time suits the endless cruise to renew
Where bloomed nature processes the new gyre
March 07, 2023
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BLOOMED
I saw a vision in the early spring,
A haunting vision of pure loveliness.
Her silken hair cascading down her back,
She sat there, lost in thoughts of who knows what.
I coughed discreetly, guilty to invade
Her silent reverie;, her private thoughts.
“May I join you, every table’s full?”
She smiled, “I’m sorry, I was miles away.”
She smiled and I immediately knew
That I would love her till the end of time.
We chatted while our cappuccinos cooled.
So many cappuccinos have cooled since,
As our love bloomed from that first moment when
I saw a vision in the early spring
3rd March 2023
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Bloomed My Heart
You are the one who bloomed my heart,
came to my miserable life, and pressed Restart.
Your lips pressed against mine,
At last, fate had become divine.
you came into my life made me whole,
this feeling that is washing away not only my pain but my soul.
Your body feels similar to my soul,
you embraced my broken pieces and have played a significant role.
The pull of the invisible string is relaxed, it's a heavy sigh of relief,
I look into your eyes thinking angels do exist and believe.
even majestic rainbow stretched in the bright blue sky,
can't catch my attention when you are passing by.
you'll be the queen, in the kingdom of my heart,
I'll be the king, so we'll never be apart.
here in my arms is where you belong,
our two hearts beating to the same song.
Amidst the broken woods
Sprout the flowers hued;
Under the harlequin wonders
Euphoric fairies play and wander
Sans seeds these floras arise
~ The bloom of mushrooms
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