somewhere
the sun sets
the moon rises
the heart never forgets
that first moment
when my baby cried
looked into my eyes
and for the first time smiled
i will always love you to the moon and back
you know why
twenty summers
how the years have gone by
~HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY TO MY AWESOME SON, NIRANJ~
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the last time we met
it was a warm summer day
we sat across a table
was it april or may
we talked about the weather
politics and politicians
drank green tea
and talked more about music and musicians
we walked around the garden
with silence our loyal companion
making sense of the mixed emotions
another long-awaited reunion
we are like the stars are we not
seem close but are miles apart
amidst the formality was there a moment
where we wished it was not the time to depart
it was probably
just my own wishful thinking
one can cry
with no tears streaming
just around the corner
another summer
if we meet again
i promise i will be braver
i will look deep into your misty eyes
and remember all that we have been through
when you say tell me
i will whisper green tea makes me blue
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i welcome the angst
into my mind
there is a pause
to the grind
time
to ponder
find you
let my mind wander
become still
reach the place
where i can let go
be one with you…solace
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amidst gray skies
that cried silently all-day
the winter sun rose
on february’s second day
missing someone
who loved like no other
beautiful woman
a special mother
summer flowers
monsoon rain
an abundance of memories
and pain
for life
without you
for many
a rainbow without hue
Dedicated to dear Hema Aunty…
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i hope
i am not on your lists
this winter
for seasonal gifts
don’t bother
going to the store
for what I need
is not some stuff and more
i want to make memories
share a meal and sip some wine
this winter all I really want
is the gift of kindness and time
Another beautiful creation.
Previously on the rewound world: at a café in the Nullarbor Plain, four post-apocalyptic travelers were transmuted into two, Autónomo and Primaverity, by the insignificantly bearded waiter. The first episode is here.
We bid the waiter farewell, thanked him
out of misguided courtesy, and he returned
our diary, responsibly accepted
by Autónomo.
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Beautiful poetry and art for the weekend…
Previously on the rewound world: four post-apocalyptic travelers at a café in the Nullarbor Plain have had their inconvenient truths revealed by the moderately bearded waiter. Episode one is here.
No-one disagreed. With murmurings and sighs,
they accepted that which, in another world,
might have been denied with vigor, with examples
tailor-made to create a false impression.
The waiter was encouraged.
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