Flaring at the Sun!

See that golden hue

Burning in the west

My dreams are with that color

My dreams are the sun

The sun always sets

But never seems to rise

That sun carries my dreams

Slowly out of my reach...

I watch it slide away

Leaving me behind

The color disappears

My dreams are with that sun

Whenever the sun sets

It rises in another place

A place blessed by that light

My dreams are hidden in that light

At my window seat

I watch the sun take it all away

My dreams are with the sun

My dreams are the sun.

A Rose for Life...

A single rose to lane

A single rose to slain

A single rose to hide my pain

A single rose to turn the tide

A single rose to make roads wide

A single rose as my guild

A single rose to rise the soul

A single rose to widen the hole

A single rose to achieve a goal

A single rose to melt the heart

A single rose to force a start

A single rose to cult

A single rose to freeze my body

A single rose to mourn this memory

A single rose to start a life

A single rose to end the strife.

Poem adapted from 'a rose'

by Dheeraj Haran.

Through the Other Lens!

Leaf and Life On Sands...

If I were a leaf on a majestic tall tree,

And I had the choice, of which I could be,

I’d be a maple to turn orange yellow gold

When the cool autumn winds turned warm nights cold.

I’d want to be high as high could be,

So all of the world would be open to me.

I’d sway with the wind, spring, summer and fall

Up in the maple so big and so tall.

Then one moonlit night in October’s cold air,

A beautiful frost would come paint me with care.

All leaves would turn color, as God would have done

To give the world beauty for short days to come.

Then if I could choose on which day I would fall

I pick late October when winds came to call.

I’d choose Sunday morning so bright and sunny,

As sun through the leaves flowed golden as honey.

I’d pick the sweet moment, when the wind was just right

To let go of my limb and float nice and light

Drifting ever so calmly from the place of my birth,

Then gently lie down to my rest here on earth.

In Solitude...

A glass of red wine spent

Recalling life's events

Crowded in my skin

In Solitude

Relishing a melody of lament

Drifting through my window

Gliding in uninvited

In solitude

Last night I cried out loud

For the sake of hearing a sound

Though I did not hear me

In solitude

Gawking at my naked fear

Of living a life unseen

Yearning to belong

In solitude

I woke up in the evening

Read a book out loud

My voice wavering

In Solitude

As the heroine yearned

In an isolated crowd

To be loved

In solitude

I walked around naked

In my new home

My skin in flames

In solitude

Every molecule of air

Brushing against me

Scorched in vain

In solitude

It was raining that morn

When I came to life

My throat stinging

In solitude

I see no soul

I hear no breathing

I smell no skin

In solitude

I mourn not waking up

Next to my beloved

To warm my frozen hind

In solitude

Yet, I feel no cold

And life goes on

As I bury myself

In solitude.

Adapted from 'In Solitude'

by Deva De Silva.

                                                           

Through My Window!

Connecting The Dots!!

Through the dark room...

Standing Alone-Tall and Withered.

Below The Horizon It Goes!

Sun is crawling down
I wait for you
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset

Im still alive here
Still waiting for you
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset

Days are passing by
Its getting hard to breathe
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset

I faked my death
since i felt a threat
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset

Now real death is drawing near
as the sun breaks the new dawn
but Im no longer waiting for you
I sacrificed, 
Two yards under
I buried myself in the sunset

adapted from "buried in the sunset"

by faram siddique.

The Lone Glow...

I’d like the memory of me

to be a happy one.

I’d like to leave an after glow

of smiles when life is done,

I’d like to leave an echo

whispering softly down the ways,

Of happy times and laughing

times and bright and

summer days.

I’d like the tears of those who

grieve, to dry before the sun,

Of happy memories that I leave

When life is done.

Silently on a Journey...

Eternity stretches forever
from the end of the world
I stand on the edge
looking out towards heaven
Beyond the sunset and sea.

Forever holds the hearts
that stand on the edge of eternity,

Paradise is on the far side of the bosom of Elysium

Beyond the sunset and sea.

Breathlessly holding my breath

Promising not to let lose

the love I endlessly shared

Devoted until eternity, looking

Beyond the sunset and sea.

Dejected and Dried...

Today, as I rode by,

I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree

In a still afternoon,

When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,

But thickly, silently,

They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;

And wandered slowly thence

For thinking of a gallant multitude

Which now all withering lay,

Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,

But in their beauty strewed

Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.

The Falling Flowers

In the beginning I saw your smile…the unwithering flower…
I was dancing onside of thousand blooming flowers…
The bud's fragrance was overwhelming silently.
That moment, I felt it in the town of wind with calm breeze.

Every tear and smile has a beginning and ending.
This time, my unwithering flower is falling down onto my tainted road…
The song of storm and fire take away all of my unwithering flowers.
The fragrance, the flower's colours…everything is melt vastly.
Inside the locked remorse, I find a falling flower.
Inside the cold guiltiness, I start dancing and plant the flower.
This falling flower, I plant it…on the empty soil named despair.
This falling flower, I water it…with my tears named blood. 

Adapted from "The falling flowers"

by Mizushi Hikari.

An Eternity of Time...

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise!

Paving Its Way!

The world is sadly sick, they say,
And plagued by woe and pain.
But look! How looms my garden gay,
With blooms in golden reign!
With lyric music in the air,
Of joy fulfilled in song,
I can't believe that anywhere
Is hate and harm and wrong.

A paradise my garden is,

And there my day is spent;

A steep myself in sunny bliss,

Incredibly content.

Feeling that I am truly part

Of peace so rapt and still,

There's not a care within my heart . . .

How can the world be ill?

Aye, though the land be sick they say,

And named into pain,

My garden never was so gay,

So innocent, so sane.

My roses mock at misery,

My thrushes vie in song . . .

When only beauty I can see,

How can the world be wrong?

Adapted from "My Garden"

by Robert Service

The Lights will Guide You Home...

Bright light o so bright
Brings down a ray of sun light
This light that is so bright
Why does it shine on me? 

Why would it shine on some one unworthy of it

I can't take this light this very bright light

It shines on someone unworthy

It looks like its my turn

To take whats mine to prove to this light

I am worthy

I can take it

It ain't so bright 

But yet i still sit here 

Alone 

In this light 

And all i want to do is

Shut the door 

Adapted from "Bright Light"

by Aaron Ladd.

Springs of Time

Life, believe, is not a dream

So dark as sages say;

Oft a little morning rain

Foretells a pleasant day.

Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,

But these are transient all;

If the shower will make the roses bloom,

O why lament its fall ? 

Rapidly, merrily,

Life's sunny hours flit by,

Gratefully, cheerily,

Enjoy them as they fly !

What though Death at times steps in

And calls our Best away ?

What though sorrow seems to win,

O'er hope, a heavy sway ?

Yet hope again elastic springs,

Unconquered, though she fell;

Still buoyant are her golden wings,

Still strong to bear us well.

Manfully, fearlessly,

The day of trial bear,

For gloriously, victoriously,

Can courage quell despair !

Adapted from "the life"

by Charlotte Bronte.

A Blooming Tale of Happiness!

Supposing I became a chanpa flower, just for fun, and grew on a

branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and

danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother?

You would call, "Baby, where are you?" and I should laugh to

myself and keep quite quiet.

I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.

When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders,

you walked through the shadow of the champ tree to the little court

where you say your prayers, you would notice the scent of the

flower, but not know that it cane from me.

When after the midday meal you sat at the window reading

ramayana, and the tree's shadow fell over your hair and your lap,

I should fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book,

just where you were reading.

But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your

little child?

When in the evening you went to the cow shed with the lighted

lamp in your hand I should suddenly drop on to the earth again and

be your own baby once more, and beg you to tell me a story.

"Where have you been, you naughty child?"

"I won't tell you, mother." That's what you and I would say

then.

Beyond the Borders

We’re haemorrhaging as a nation

Take a leaf out of the zim-dream

And its texture will be a nightmare

Our hopes ooze down sewer drains

Falling like the zim-dollar

Crumbling into a fist-full of dust

We walk down the street

Clutching our dreams 

In a wad of lotto tickets

Counting the hours

Until Saturday comes

Dreams are sweet in the midst of the nightmare

Till it all evaporates with the announcement of the results

Adapted from

Stanley Mupfudza’s poem, ‘Zim life’.

Fly across the borders,across the seas...

As a child we often dream of flying

In the air so welcome and free

Just like a bird we will become

Floating like a cloud above the trees

And that is what the folks must experience

As they are up in a hot air balloon

I can just imagine the peacefulness

As carefree as the smiling moon

Colorful and joyful balloons look up there

Their passengers in a box below

Oh, I think they are a different breed

It's a place I would so love to go

Have you ever been in a hot air balloon?

I know there are many amazing stories

I hope someday I too can be amongst

Those that feel that hot air balloon glory!

                      Adapted from "Hot Air Balloons"
by Marilyn Lott

You and Me together

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