I'll find my way

I’ll find my way;

through the darkness of the clouds,

through the shadows of my doubts,

I’ll find my way.

Even a small chance will do,

just enough to push me through.

and drive the gloom away.

Cause year’s later,

when I look at the big picture,

no matter how gray,

all I’ll remember,

is the relentless, golden ray

That found its way!

The Golen Hour

 

On one side the sun dips into the ocean,

exhausted, calling it a day.

On the other, the moon awakens,

excited, ready to play.

Nature’s twin boys,

don’t see much eye to eye,

When one rises, the other recedes,

Two ends of a gilded sky

Losses are counted and victories are marked,

At dusk when they briefly meet.

Some rejoice, some weep today,

On nature’s balance sheet.

The hands that toiled the day,

Long for some rest.

Tired souls drive back home,

To the comfort of their nest.

A family gathers at the dinner table,

Chatter fills the air.

And a young friend calls forlorn another,

Cause there is so much to share.

An old father counts the hours till bed,

As he deals a new round of solitaire

And a lone wolf grabs an unfinished book

As she sinks into her armchair.

A lover’s passion unfurls,

As his hands glide through her hair.

And the dusk light floods the room,

Spreading gold everywhere..

Spreading gold everywhere.

The line I walk some more

 My favorite part of the beach - 

Neither splashing in the sea like a water child,

Nor bathing in the sun for hours on the shore.

But where the wet froth kisses the golden sand,

That’s the line I walk some more.

Where the wave is tamed into placid foam,

Leaving behind it’s thunderous roar.

Where the gentle water circles my long skirt,

That’s the line I walk some more.

Where the sea hurries inwards,

wiping artworks etched on the sandy floor.

Offering a clean slate for my new foot prints,

That’s the line I walk some more.

Where the sea shells tumble and toss,

Tiny souvenirs from the sea, brought ashore.

Where the white curtain ushers them to rest

That’s the line I walk some more.

The struggle within

 

Deep in slumber she lay for 3 long weeks,

Down under, on her soft, moist bed.

Was she lazy or dead inside?

Or was she just waiting to find her way?

I knew she had to be determined.

I knew she needed strength.

'But why isn't she even trying?'

I stared at the barren pot dejected.

But she was. She was trying hard.

Underneath the calm, solid soil,

She was moving, she was pushing,

Only I did not know.

Sad was I, on the verge of abandoning,

Yet I continued, I know not why.

With a sprinkle of water and a sprinkle of love,

Even humming her favorite song.

I told her I wouldn't be giving up,

And she would just have to play along!

So today when I woke up,

On what seemed like a normal day

My heart jumped a little

When I saw her gently sway

Pushing through the tough barriers,

There she stood - victorious and high.

Liftng the weight of the world on her tiny shoulders

Yet standing tall and waiting;

Waiting to spread her wings and reach the sky

So here I am musing,

How little we know of the struggles inside,

(The hardest ones that can be!)

Judging, based on just what we see.

When all that is needed is a little love,

A little trust and hope in our voices.

For them to break their shackles,

and emerge free!

Love is..

 

Nothingness

Something to show my kids, the next time they say they are bored!

The selfie

For almost a month, the rains kept pouring. The sun peaked for the first time in a long while and I met her for a brief period. My joy captured in this poem. 

Today after a month,

she came back.

I know not if she smiled, or frowned

Or just stared at me,

But I was happy.

I looked up at the sky.

I knew this would be brief.

I had missed her, delighted to see her,

My companion, my partner.

Then before I could have a word,

Slowly she started to blur,

And faded away into nothingness,

As a big black cloud appeared.

It was dreary again.

And all she left for me was this selfie;

This new generation you see.

“Keep this she said”, for company.