A letter to remember is what I wish...
But have my voice ever reached to you?
A shard of steel is stuck on my skin,
Pain pulsating again and again,
You were a stab in my chest to begin with
Sinking deeper as the sands flooded
I saw you as one to keep the wound from bleeding.....
And although it reeked of my blood, and flesh
your sinking is what saved Me..........
Last time also I told you,
Stop playing with fire!
Don't lemme reveal your evils and dark secrets,which will no longer exist as Dark Secrets;
No darling, No
Off your eyes
Let me wear my clothes
Cooking sandwich later.
What blender you did
Didn't you feel shy yourself
I wouldn't tell to anyone
But God knows
Was anyone already in picture.
Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Got a locket
In your pocket
Putting this one in the grave
And I know you won't tell what I said
Because two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
They were once smooth
Tough enough to not let you go and soft enough to make you stay these hands craved you
They once cleared all its tears and laid an decptive mask
Stumbling on path and still walking straight was unclear
Falled in the dark but still the strength to get up and walk was clear
The darkness failed to stop me
It gone through all harsh all rough
Now it was time to be together hear
As this fragile heart still fear
As you take my hand and place a ring on my heart
That it took a second to make my strength double when our hands joined together
These old trebling hands still have the strength to cross any path just to be with you
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 104- SKYLARK SPECTACULAR (#2)
FAR FROM REALITY
PARTICLES of RUST between
broken cerebral connections.
as memory is moving out
and time moves on.
Far from reality
Familiar cadence repeats,
I am syncopated passion,
THINK of a plethora of pain never forgotten;
in moments SCUFFED outside wisdom’s mind.
When dementia finds me
far from reality
banging and bombarding
a misplaced identity
where only music
was MY ESCAPE.
Finding a fading smile
sunset pausing briefly
basking in MOCKING shades
of days passed away
stroked against p...
Words uttering from my hearth froze,
It's warmth faded in the crimson sun
My sky paled in the brightest of days
But the clouds had a silver lining around them;
More than the rain have I shed my tears
In the wake of my birth less love
More have I spent in these recent years
For the attention that I've been seeking through;
Your allure is what makes me break my shell,
I didn't have the courage but I never even failed
My heart burned like a forest fire all these time,
But for my love to be born again from within?
you'd be my ambrosia, you'd be my ambrosia....
Here I am at 90 , looking at our 70 years together....
Memories flash across:
from our first kiss in moon light beach..and cool breeze drifting between us to make us little more closer with each passing second...
From our first dance we had in candle light and our favorite song: can't stop falling in love...
From nights where I just watch you sleep...feel how lucky I am..
From fights we had , I would just wait for you talk first..then I would throw off something to make you understand that I am ready to make love...and you understood to say sorry and make me feel more lovable...
Then, I see you in our children ,grand children...I just try find you in them now..
We had a rare opportunit...
I wish I wish my wish come true,
My holy nature succumb into thee
The dreams I have belongs no more to me,
There too I see only your face......
In this dark cold desert I walk,
Far away I see u calling for the thunders
But all you ever get is this sandstorm
blinding me along with it......
They say you can tell a person's future by reading their palms.
Oddly though, in her hands, I can clearly read the past.
Each wrinkle tells a tale,
Each scar is a time capsule.
The loosened skin of her hand has been witness to a lot of change.
It has felt the fire of partition melting a nation into two.
It has known the goosebumps of the giant leap of mankind on the moon.
Her bony fingers once worked tirelessly on the sewing machine,
They now seem to struggle to operate a mobile phone.
The ring on her finger glistens and sings of a simpler time.
When there was always another hand to hold,
When the days didn't move so slowly.
"Time has taken its toll" she says as she looks...