REVERIE
I am at sea
That’s inevitable at the moment
Sitting on a bench
Alone, alone, all alone
I hardly know the place
A park it would be
I ponder over this make-believe world
Yonder comes a grey-headed
Old fellow, shivering
He, I think is a genius
In that province of profound silence
He says a few words to me
In a slow but steady voice,
“All the world is a stage
And thou art an actor”.
Anon disappears my confusion
But those words are striking often
And my mother wakes me up
Standing beside my bed
It’s nothing but a reverie.
Composed by C Muralidara Kannan
Categories:
grey headed, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Roses in my garden
open their eyes and see
the magic atmosphere
where once lived you and me
are these rose petals
or are these your cheeks
nectar spread in air
or are these your breaths
dew drops glitter on grass blades
or are these tears on eye lashes
half bloom rose buds
or are these your lips departed smilingly
roses in my garden
open their eyes and see
lonely grey headed man
sitting lonely and thinking about yee
Categories:
grey headed, rose,
Form: I do not know?
Roses in my garden
open their eyes and see
the magic atmosphere
where once lived you and me
are these rose petals
or are these your cheeks
nectar spread in air
or are these your breaths
dew drops glitter on the grass blades
or are these tears on the eye lashes
half bloom mouths of rose buds
or are your lips departed smilingly
roses in my garden open
their eyes and see
lonely grey headed man
lost in the memories of yee
Categories:
grey headed, garden, rose,
Form: I do not know?