Moment's Indulgence

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to singdedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Life is made up
of moments.
Specks of your life and mine
and his and hers
flying about like
dandelion seeds.

So take this one,
softly in the palm of your hand
and set it aside
saved up.

Take this one moment
and sit with me
aside the lit wick
of a new candle
and we’ll wait till it passes.

What you are to me!

A quick glance, a tender smile,
I am caught in a spell.

A gentle touch, a warm embrace,
I know that all too well.

A soft voice, an unspoken love,
Aross the way I see.

A kind face, an inner beauty,
That's what you are to me.

As I Met Myself

One afternoon- when I was ill
Alone taking rest at home and I feel
I found me- a glimpse still…

As I met myself after a long
The world has changed from right to wrong
‘He’ almost looked like stranger
No where to find that heart-
The boy, the child and the thinker.

The clouds have gathered on the waiting sky
This is the month of spring
Desperate we looked up to find
The ‘lion’, ‘the ape; and ‘the king’…
Nowhere to find the canvas and the artist
Who used to dream, sing and dream.

As he stood at the gate
Waiting for the rain to stop
An important meeting to attain
The contract should not flop…
And I remember the day-
Running back from school fully wet
Have to reach the football ground before it’s late
Ma was angry but baba was cool
And I enjoyed the fun of being a fool.

Today, o’ rain wet my outer and inner both
And dropp them into the river
That crosses the vales, the woods, the lands to meet the sea
-My childhood, my adult hood and the eternity…
Playing with the heart
In blissful pleasure – forever… forever.

Drifting

I sometimes find I'm drifting
Through this life without effect;
I often wonder if I'm truly
Worth what I've been blessed.

I search through days that have been hard,
To try to understand,
The many trials that I have known,
The life that I have had.

You see me in my daily grind,
So confident and strong;
Yet when I am alone, I question
Just where I belong.

I often try too hard I find,
To analyze and guess,
To scrutinize, investigate
My life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper, there must be
Some meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
Give a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting
If I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me,
Always slightly out of sight;
A hazy vision out of reach,
Where darkness hides the light.

I struggle to bring clarity
To what awaits me there,
And yet this weak illusion
Always fades before my stare.

It seems the harder that I try,
To focus through the haze,
Just serves to add more questions,
Through my endless, tired gaze.

Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,
To understand it all,
For can we ever truly know
Just what we have in store?

Each incident, each moment passed,
Just adds upon the next,
But in the end, will I find truth ...
Or will I be perplexed?

Perhaps I make it harder
Than it has to be sometimes,
But will my searching bring to me
My meaning over time?

Or will it leave me broken,
And confused as I feel now,
While questions bring no solitude,
To this, my wrinkled brow.

When I will be no More

When I will be no more I will leave my address with the storm Storm that brings destruction along Storm that scared the blue bird and made the mariners lose their way in the deep sea When I will be no more I will leave my address with the cloud Dark grey clouds that on a journey to eternity The cloud that never speaks to anyone but moves on… never cares to stop When I will be no more I will leave my address with the boat man Grand old man whose sad tones even sadden the sea Rowing the boat with white hairs flying in the strong wind And you may find me when … Storm that kills also brought along the seeds for a fresh new life And when the dark cloud opens its window for the golden sunrise The sad tunes of the boatman soothes the hearts that lost everything And you may find me when there is still hope……

The Gift

If you would have it so,
I will end my singing.

If it sets your heart aflutter,
I will take away my eyes from your face.

If it suddenly startles you in your walk,
I will step aside and take another path.

If it confuses you in your flower-weaving,
I will shun your lonely garden.

If it makes the water wanton and wild,
I will not row my boat by your bank.

There is no letting go

There is no
letting go.

Even your absence
touches me.

The new moon
is not gone;
she hides
her face
in the night.

Life's too short

Life''s too short to dwell on things
that pull and tear on your heart strings
so park those thoughts that make you worry
and create new goals to which you''ll hurry.

Make your list of things to do
that always seemed not part of you
make yourself explore unknowns
write down your thoughts dig up those bones

Take a step toward things that scare you
Show who''s boss while mind prepares to
overcome what seems unrealistic
before you lose it and go ballistic

Do something different every day
and watch as life shows new path ways
Life''s too short to dwell on things
that pull and tear on your heart strings.

Memories...

Old Memories

I treasure sweet old memories
As time goes swiftly by.
A few bring smiles of happiness
And some tears to the eye.

They all are precious in their way,
Reopening doors of old
That have been shut these many years--
What pictures they unfold!

These dear old, sweet old memories
All play their special part
In bringing joy and opening up
The latch strings of the heart.

Moments to Remember

When summer turns to winter,
And the present disappears,
The laughter we were glad to share
Will echo through the years.
Though other nights,
And other days,
May find us gone our separate ways,
We will have these moments to remember.

Reminiscing

There's a place within our hearts
Where we keep our favorite memories,
The ones that never fail to make us smile ---
And when life becomes too hectic
It's such a special feeling
To close our eyes and reminisce awhile.

Lingering Joys

The tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers in the land,
The music stops, and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains...
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.

Celebrating today!!!

Live in the Present

One day at a time
this is enough.

Do not look back
and grieve over the past
for it is gone;
and do not be troubled
about the future
for it has not yet come.

Live in the present
and make it so beautiful
that it will be worth
remembering!

Look To this Day

Look to this day:
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendor of achievement
Are but experiences of time.

For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision;
And today well-lived, makes
Yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day;

Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!