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Sweet Embrace

in the rain

let worlds melt in pattering drops
yet aches these two pounding hearts
may the pain for once blur away
in these soothing heavenly tears

just for one final moment
all memories of yesterdays
let them fade away
let them please give way

just for one final embrace
before reality shatters
our castles of sand
and tears us apart

as a tsunami wave
time shall finally come
when worlds shall make us part
with eyes raining tears we depart

written for the prompt Poets United The Thursday Think Tank #67 – Rain


Window To Old Times

when i was younger
i sat by my window
dreaming of sights yonder
shaded by a cooling shadow
of an oak planted long ago
i saw the children play
that sweet boy from the hillside
play ball with friends from below
on a bicycle that beauty their teacher
rides on her way to school
and i saw the old folks gossip
about minute matters
they all brought a smile
and sweet memories to last
times does change so fast
in a moment it shatters
now every morning i open my eyes
the window to my old soul
then i open my cracked window
by that shady oak tree
i linger there wondering
where did the children go
where is their teacher now
does the city treat them kindly
i dearly wish so

this is my entry for Poets United Thursday Think Tank 65: Windows. the first time i’m doing so.

Phoenix Rises

one day i shall give way
one day shall be my end
nothing will forever last
the end it comes so fast

one day i shall give way
fire turns to ashes come the day
embers shall dress this night sky
again for the final time i will fly

. . .

when embers dress this night sky
when falling ashes turn to dust
from those ashes shall i rise
a new flame will be in my eyes

i will fly again shining bright
glide between snowy mountains high
in flames i shall set my path alight
inspire thousands with flaming might

as ancient embers fade
old dreams shall wane
when the phoenix rise
new dreams will arise

Concrete Hearts

this land of concrete blocks
is home to ever winding paths
in those roads there walks
gray and dejected souls
frozen dull and emotionless
cemented in concrete firm

they tug tightly shivering
when drizzling rain falls
they walk around siren calls
and lights of red orange and green
when rain finally clears
someone brushes his wet hair
someone quickens his journey
on these roads grey and wet
just like their empty souls

when the tired sun fails
giving way to eternal nights
in the smile of moonlight
joined by her speckled sky
someone still walks
guided by neon lights
on a journey of whims
to feed mouths with cash
their struggle to fulfill aims

sun for time and rain for other
nights mysterious and heavenly
made to cheer up tired human hearts
but does it any longer matter
because they traded human hearts
for those made of concrete parts


Confidence . . . It’s word that doesn’t come up much to my conscious world these days, maybe it’s buried deep within my subconscious clashing around with those horrid, weird dynamics Freud seemed to explain with such clarity that even a dog would understand, well not me. My confidence is buried, maybe even deeper into my unconscious that I don’t even feel for it’s existence. How pitiful when you find yourself unable to look at a person in the eyes, when you lose your general swagger which accompanies your speech, in fact your speech is now staggering blabbering muttering incomprehensible and repetitive. You had lost all your sense of achievement and no longer feel the urge to survive competition. There is a sense of failure. You had given up.