The rain never stopped
We stood there, parched
Under the diamond-dripping trees
We thirsted and craved
Yet, the Gods only gave
Richest hues, crystal shimmers
Crafted under the glaze
Of the brilliant, bursting sun rays
Showering us with such treasures
That stabbed our crumbling backs
Sometimes I wrap myself in
A gloomy blanket of thoughts
For what else can I do
When I cannot shed this
Heaviness of doubt, anxious bouts
That creep into my silence
Smothering me with disdain
Like a languorous python;
I lay in the darkness,
Wondering what I did to gain
This onerous companion
Crushing me from the inside
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When the sky stopped moving The stars drizzled down I captured them like a child In cupped palms, while Some entangled in my hair I tied a few with a bonny bow In a hanky with crochet-edges Then, I lay amongst the brilliance Waiting for the sun to descend
I see this as an imagist poem with a life metaphor. When time is ready to halt, we can only stand by and gather memories and memoirs. We, then, patiently wait for the last sunset.
It was found at the edge
A scared shadow
Of a failed honcho
Clinging desperately
To the last straw
Bloodied fingers
Digging into the rocks
From where he tripped,
Once at the top
Trying to scramble back
Life and reputation intact
Shrewdly, he had raced
To the coveted zenith
With place only for one
Yet, in the great churn
He forgot the biggest lesson
There can be many a slip
Between the cup and the lip!
A voice from somewhere asked
How are you feeling today?
I realized in that instance
It had been so long, since
I had stopped and rested
Fed the soul, and let go
Of all the hustle and bustle
This constant busyness
To be present and focussed
That has left me drained;
Until all that remains
Is a feeble noise in my head
“There’s still time to mend!”
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