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As the warm April rain slowly falls
all over this lonely town,
we are feeling lonelier than
the hummingbirds perched on trees,
not happy with the mood we are in,
only being aware of our extreme pain!
We can still remember how innocent
we were laying down and start laughing
on a meadow of thousands of lilies...
holding hands and singing was exciting;
weren't kisses delightfully sweet?
We didn't wait for moonlight or stars,
neither for fireflies to fly around us...
air and light gave us the freedom
to explore love without boredom!
We still remember how innocent we were then
believing in fables; ah, did we ever lose the vision
of a lovely dream escaping from linen,
did we miss the softness of our skin?
We can still remember how innocent we were then,
splashing big smiles and saying hello to everyone;
when night came the streets were filled with folks,
we laughed with fat clowns who inflated balloons,
then released them into the air with amused gestures...
we followed them until they reached the silver clouds!
We can still remember how innocent we were then...
when raindrops fell and tackled our emotions!
We never engaged in the pleasure of love-making,
they banned us from giving embraces and kisses:
how belief shaped the naiveness of our minds...
making us fear and keep us from sweet giving!
We longed to tremble, giving a passionate kiss,
we looked around and saw stern, watchful eyes;
sweetness slipped out of thought, turning to bitterness...
they controlled us to impose the strict rules of abstinence!
We never dreamed of ecstasy, always showing a longing
for becoming one soul anchored by nightly loud moans;
we were deprived of sexual thoughts, never drifting
and feeling free from glances: religion bans and kills!
We were lonelier than children reading bed-time stories,
not frolicking romance to incite desire and awareness;
we missed on our youth for their concept of shining grace:
wasn't sex created by God to increase the Human race?
We waste our time on silly things
mindless of what tomorrow brings;
we use up moments that are simply banal,
shouln't we use them in ways so pratical?
Many afternoons in July or August
are spent soaking up tons of sunshine
to get a perfect tan, so oblivious of the fact
that later daydreaming can make us whine!
Being idle can't revive the thrill of imagination
not seeking the perfume of roses and jasimines,
or the golden sunflowers waving in mild winds...
but looking up can give us hints and spark intuition!
I enjoy watching the gliding clouds that chase a fairyren,
never keeping eyes closed and missing an eagle's flight;
it's another lively rainbow stretching from the East to the West,
although it appears on a warm and cloudy evening without rain!
Nights aren't only made for a restful sleep,
let's lose ourselves into the constellations as we beek
and admire the exciting spactacle by a shallow creek;
it can even make the strongest man weep!
Discard the foolish thoughts of those worthless things,
instead reach out to somebody lonelier than a raggy vagrant
who can't find his cosy home remembering Christmas;
help him find it and fill his distraught spirit with sheer delight!
I expected it with you, because you were suffering
I didn’t want it but it seemed a mercy
Of sorts
But now, when she wants to join you, to stop
The suffering, the confusion,the helplessness
The separation from you, two sons, and her God
Everything you all told me seems true
Just harder, lonelier, and now
I’m the adult, the father, the husband
The weddings you’ll miss, the growing old
Not knowing your grandsons
But what is good with and without you
Is because of you, the love you gave
There is a husband, a son, and more of us
In you, with you and waiting
A son lost on Christmas, six without you now
and a wife trapped in a mind betraying her before
Death, eternity, a slow wait
You taught me not to quit, to struggle with doubt
You never gave an easy way out
Hard on the child, kind to the man
I don’t want you back, I will miss mom
But I want her with you, and my brothers
Make a place ready, but don’t rush I’ll be awhile
AN EMPTY SOUL
Let me take the wine, I thought,
And when I’m drunk, my burden will be gone,
I got drunk, and did what I did,
I lamented it later, when I got sober,
The wine left me miserable, miserable than before.
Let me have the music, I thought,
It will fill me happiness, and sadness will be gone,
I got the music, and danced and danced,
And when I could not have anymore,
I was left lonely, lonely than before.
Let me have the money, I thought,
All my tribulations will be gone,
I toiled and moiled, till I got enough,
And in exchange for the money I got,
I lost my little happiness, happiness that I had before.
Let me gather friends, I thought,
They will give company to my lonely soul,
I got as many as I could, from all places I could,
But soon, they turned into fiends,
And I was left lonely, lonelier than before.
Let me have drugs, I thought,
They will fill me, and make me feel good,
I took the best I got, and turned an addict,
But before I knew, my head was gone,
I was left unreasonable, unreasonable than before.
Let me find love, I thought,
It will give warmth to my heart,
I got all the love I could, loving with my whole heart,
But soon the love grew cold, I was hurt,
I was left cold, colder than before.
Let me get the job, I thought,
It will fill my emptiness, it will be my companion,
I got the job, and worked my way to the top,
And even at the top, I still felt incomplete,
I was left unsettled, more unsettled than before.
What am I seeking? I wondered,
Happiness, joy, love or solace for my heart?
Whatever it was, I sought it everywhere,
Whatever I got, filled me only for a moment,
But I never sought these in myself, neither did I in God!
ONLY GOD CAN FILL OUR SOULS.
My joints have all but broken,
As I struggle to hold my delicate posture.
These old bones groan to the touch.
I can no longer support life,
Like I abundantly once could.
As time passes, I grow lonelier,
For no one pays me any attention anymore.
The once so frequent visits have ceased.
At times, I feel unwanted and unworthy,
In keeping a fire lit, if I were cast into the flames.
These hollow bones sometimes remember,
The days when I used to be strong.
I used to relive and be stuck on such memories,
But most of those memories have long faded away.
I spend most of my time in solitude,
Tossed into the corners of life.
My varnish has wrinkled,
Arthritis has totally taken over.
As I painfully splinter, understanding,
I am in the image of my carpenter.
And with faith...to one day meet again.
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For Matt Caliri's contest " Speak chair! Speak! "
Youth, having deserted them long ago,
They had little to look for in life
Than making the remaining days joyful
So the octogenarians- Tom and Sam
Together formed an intimate league
Every day, they would, without fail
Meet at the country park in the evenings
A ritual, they had religiously followed
And enjoyed more than anything else
There they would sit … chatting for hours
Sometimes feeding the pigeons that landed in flocks
Or watching the children’s mirthful play
Or feasting on the beauty of the setting sun
One day Tom didn’t show up as before
Sam conjectured, he was unwell
As days passed with no news of him
Sam felt anxious and lonelier than before
But having no means to contact him
And not knowing where he lived
He suppressed his commotion inside
As time moved on in its grinding wheel,
Sam slowly grew reconciled to the fact
That he had lost a bosom friend
Whom he would never again see
But one day as a bolt from the blue
Tom made his appearance at the park
So excited was Sam on seeing his friend
He asked what had happened to him
Tom replied calmly- “I had been in jail”
“Jail – What in the world for”??
Sam couldn’t hide his shock n’ wonder
“Well”- Tom asked “Don’t you remember
That cute little waitress at the coffee shop
Where sometimes together we would go”?
Rummaging his memory, Sam dug out her face.
“Once having grown a little amorous
I had flirted with her for a little while
But she filed a rape charge against me!
At eighty nine, I felt so proud
That when I got into the court
I pleaded guilty, and that damn judge
Gave me 30 days of imprisonment…. for…… PERJURY”!
"A house divided against itself cannot stand."
Abraham Lincoln
Lincoln spoke of the division within a country, but his words also ring true
when an invisible barrier separates a husband and wife.
You sit in your arm chair, remote in hand. Remote...that's what you've become.
I have this spacious couch to myself, but I won't ask you to sit with me because
I'm afraid of what your answer might be.
TOGETHER
We used to snuggle...We used to take walks...
We used to laugh... We used to go to bed...
I feel lonelier with you then I did before we were married.
You're here physically, but emotionally, where did you go?
When did we drift away from each other...
Why are we more like sister and brother...
Have you given your heart to another...
You used to leave me sweet little love notes.
I used to make you smile with root beer floats.
We laughed till we cried at our anecdotes.
There's a rift between us - breaking my heart.
A dividing line that I cannot thwart.
We share the same house, yet we are apart.
Love cannot survive in complacency.
It's time I face the harsh reality.
Tell me, honestly, do you still love me?
It would be very hard to say goodbye.
But it's better than living in a lie.
Nothing else could ever cause me to cry.
I have nothing left to say that's clever.
Sad to think we will have no forever.
Nothin' left for a love that's been severed.
Has she been sleep walking all her life?
Or has her frustrated volition taken the upper hand
And determined what she should remember
Or what she should best forget?
What was their life like, when as children
They loved to race each other in muddy fields,
Leaving their footprints in the wet clay?
There, his strides were deeper than hers
For he was stout, and she was thin.
But as time passed the length of each heavy step got shorter,
Their days grew lonelier and lonelier.
Until in the muddy field there was but one set of strides.
Then the rains came
And wiped all footprints from the field of mud.
30 April 2021
Placed 2
When your world is engulfed in darkness,
I shall give you my sun
If your luscious blue river stops flowing,
I shall give you my ocean
When you lose resolve,
I will lend you my heart
For it is you who I yearn for
None, but you.
When your land turns arid,
I shall give you my clouds
When you lose your vision,
I shall give you my eyes
And when you feel lonelier than ever,
I shall be by your side
For you are the one I yearn for,
None, save you.
When you lose your peace,
I shall give you my happiness
If you ever love someone,
I wish for you to get what your heart desires,
And I shall bear the sorrow,
For you are what my heart yearns for,
You, and only you.