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!”
One day we’ll meet Under the Gulmohur tree Not to find shaded solace From the dripping summer heat But to touch its crimson blooms That carry the flamboyance Of a forever romance We’ll stand there at sunset Fingers entwined, waiting For that carefree innocence To slowly rub into our veins And make our forgetful souls Remember our lost love again
She left me waiting Holding porcelain tears In my heart so full It was ready to burst; Bone china dreams Brimming with whispers Of promised togetherness Now threaten to crack; With pain throbbing in veins Heated rage of being alone Burns me from within, Staining with fine details Forlorn thoughts of longing