One day, and it is coming,
Just like the northern strong winds
I will become old and grey
Skin shrivelled and brain senile
Sitting often with a mug of tea in hand
And reminisce more about the past:
Did I love you enough?
Did I play with the kids often?
Did we smile and laugh a lot?
Just as we were there to bury our Dead
When we too become dead
Who will pick up the burden to bear?
So many questions
My mind grows weary with fear
This cup of tea is getting warm
Like me seated here by the fireplace alone
While outside it has started to snow.
Today I wrote a song to myself
Nobody else was invited
These walls shield my music
These lyrics I can only keep for so long . . .
Today I did away with you from my mind
I can only drink your wine too much
Before my pain, my hurt, these feelings
Become revelers at my wake . . .
Today the sun did not come out to play
It was the first day all over again
I walk the wilderness alone
All I have for company is my shadow . . .
This is a song to myself
Dark and bleak, so it seems
I hear Rama crying for her lost son
How was it to know it was me all along.
I woke up and it was Monday
Another week gone, another getting started
Your side of the bed remains empty
It wasn’t long since you packed up and left, but I no longer count the days anymore.
It could be a year for all I care
Rainfall and sunshine
Moonlight and starry nights
I couldn’t say what would make you stay:
I miss you and I wish it wasn’t Monday.
Good times happen over coffee
Every where is peace
Don’t worry about paying any bills;
Cash the check on Sunday
Get drunk on Monday –
Hey, no work for another week – it’s a holiday!
Fall out of love
Fall back in love
When she calls again in the day
Forget to remember her name;
Last poems of the year usually are lame
Watch the ball drop, but don’t have no tea
Remember my words as it’s still free:
Good things in life happen when you’re drinking coffee.
A road cuts through the mountains
Like knife through butter
Not too long ago the road was never there
The mountains used to cuddle in harmony and love
The river watered their sons
The sun blessed their union.
But then discord happened
And the road came to be
Distant lovers the mountains are forever to remain
Till, who knows, the river returns to consume the road.
Landscapes and mountains I have traveled
Far from you
Ocean-views I have marveled
At the space that exists between oceans and the sun’s stew
Pot you cooked, fed me through winter’s summer
And autumn’s spring just to shine a-new
To think that I can forget about you
This love I once had, lost and found, lost and seduce
To think that I won’t again return to you.
The sun outside the window
The wind ruffling the hairs on your arm;
A dead leaf flutters forth and beyond
Unconcerned of horn-blaring traffic
Or feet tap-dancing back and forth the macadam.
Heartbreaks and dreams
All there in an instant,
Gone way too soon.
But here in this room
Our breath on each other’s face,
It leaves behind a crease of a smile on your lips
A glimpse of your love to stay always.