The Full Moon
I can't see it;
Yet l feel it so strongly,
Hiding behind the clouds!
A southeasterly wind has sprung up,
The sun is setting on the horizon;
Shades of red and yellow leaves_
Rattling along the tarred road.
The Feeling Again.
It is close to noon;
The feeling had disappeared,
Mysteriously like the moon_
Yet here again it has reappeared!
The feeling again_
O, so soothing it is;
And there is no more pain,
Only the feeling, so easy.
A night so dark!
The silence is frightening;
I am just but stuck
And have stopped walking.
The stars shine so faraway;
Never faltering, they shine on_
Against the sky that is grey_
And still, l stand on my own.
A hopeful look in the eyes;
I look forward to a better tomorrow,
Filled with only but joy and no tears;
And there will be none such as all this sorrow.
Are they only dreams
That fill my days?
Or yonder, there are times
When things shall be okay?
I Love Mother Nature!
O! What a pleasure!
The beauty of mother nature:
The full moon is shining over the ocean;
How so the ocean glows in silver streamlines!
Such as to excite my adrenalin;
For the gift of life l am grateful,
And thankful to be surrounded by people so wonderful!
The rays will some day shine,
In her lonely life wrapped in misery.
The pain and sorrow will be gone,
It will be a forgotten story.
Look! How she forges ahead,
Amidst the trials of this world;
Still, she soldiers on, steadily,
Destined for days with joys untold.
These Are The Days
From a very deep slumber arise!
To a morning that is cold;
A condition l so much despise,
Yet still l have to be bold_
For these are the days.
These are the days;
Through which we pass,
Towards a destination unknown.
Where victory remain concealed,
That is if it is there:
All we know are these days.
The books l have read,
The faces l have seen;
The places l have been to_
And the joys that l have known
And all the sorrows l walked through;
This if l add it all up:
To the knowledge undiscovered,
People l have never seen;
Places and pleasures untrodden and unknown;
And still, the sorrows unearthed....
Makes my time.
One Hour Back!
Grey skies, rain, fog, cold and damp air;
Darkness that seem to go on forever,
Fall is here and the days are short;
By an hour we have fallen back!
That is all as far as the hour hand can go_
Only if they could move it a decade or two back!
I would smile my way back to childhood,
To the greatest days of all time.
It is O, so impossible!
No one can turn the hands of the passing seasons!