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.