But it Rained!

The blue sky opened a hidden door she could not see,

But nevertheless she could barely contain her glee,

Dry and crumbled everything was seeming to become,

This deluge a respite needed by all, not some!

One by one they began to smile, she looked around,

Her friends' boundless joy echoed in cacophonic sound,

The puddles they jumped in, happy and carefree,

An amusing sight, she marveled at their maturity!

The boy whose name she always seemed to forget,

The little girl whose brow was always covered in sweat,

The twins who had never shown a speck of remorse,

The one eyed boy who could gallop like a horse!

Banded together by fate this collection of misfits,

Besting life in their own way where none submits,

The little shed by the traffic junction, theirs to call home,

Living one day at a time, everyday tooth to comb!

She looked up at the sky again and embraced the drops,

Smiling through the teary rain, hoping it never stops,

Glancing around at all of them, grateful she did feel,

Then looked at her seat only for the truth to reveal!

Six years now she has been shining shoes,

Some tipped her ones, some tipping her twos,

Yet every evening when she got together with her gang,

Only happy things they spoke, joyous songs they sang!

She wiped her brow with her blackened hand, ready,

Pulled up her crutch, she needed that to stand steady,

The one puddle they were jumping in, calling her,

A happy prayer in her heart, as she hobbled after.....!

Outside the Window

 I used to sit by the Window, thinking of the world outside,

Of the world unseen versus the one I had seen, as a divide,

Till one day I finally cast my doubts aside,

And walked through the door leaving my past inside.

I thought as I walked, of the things I missed out on,

The fresh caress of raindrops and the warm kiss of the sun,

The world became my Inn, and I, her guest,

There was no charge, no tax, more than ample for me to digest.

Beyond that door, I was never going to be the same,

The only things I retained, were my experience and my name,

I saw giant peaks, and the vast blue sea, with golden sand beneath my feet,

I saw lush green forests, quaint little towns, often a stop to rest and sleep.

I met travelers from different lands, antique and new,

They regaled me with their tales of  life on both sides of the window,

We owned not any strip of land nor a drop of the seas,

Yet we possessed the immeasurable wealth of our innumerable stories.

Give me the long road anytime, with the wind ruffling my hair,

It beats sitting behind a windowsill wondering 'what's out there?',

I no longer sit by that window thinking of what could have been,

I chose to walk my path and venture on roads unseen....!

Apricity

The warm Sun on my face, as I lie on my couch,

Makes we calm enough to cease everything and slouch..

Winters are harsh, ever cold, always bitter and relentless,

Adding nothing to my routine except waywardness and stress..

For days on end biting my ears, her shroud of nevernding chill,

Any and all joy sucked out, all avenues of happiness it seemed to kill...

And then, today, lo and behold, out comes the golden grandpa of the sky,

And sure enough, all the cold worry he did successfully fry..

Reaching into my mind I do this comparison to the lives we live,

Where routine is winter, and the sun is the warmth our family and friends give..

Frying away the negatives life throws our way with their mere presence,

Making each memory smoulder in our hearts, enabling a natural form of defense..

Everyday challenges may bring unlimited and difficult to contain cold,

But it all fades in the bright warmth of the collective F&F gold! 

Giants

 

I think of all the lessons that life has to teach,

Is life a road? I think it’s more a beach,

We always move towards the wetter sand,

Trying to design with a shovel and pail in hand,

 

Building from scratch the castle of which we dream,

Surrounded by a moat or a little gleaming stream,

We close our eyes as we begin to think,

We draw a picture within every time we blink,

 

The pages they turn as we walk along the sea,

The sun in the horizon glittering over our reality,

Our legs grow wary and then begin to shake,

Our dreams begin to blur, our courage – break,

 

As we meet our fates, our fears begin to realize,

We begin to understand the folly in our most sought prize,

The wind blows in our faces washing away the doubt,

With every new step forward we know more what life is about,

 

We protect the castle still with all our strength and might,

Even though we know that the design is not at all right,

The shells we find – memories become the armor for our guards,

Even as we look up seeking answers within the stars,

 

We stand proud like giants over what we build,

Always alert and attentive on the constant lookout for evil,

Always the tide she swells and the mighty castle is drained,

But we vow to rebuild – for the dream remains unstained..!!

Her

 

Her seeds were planted not so long ago,

Her stem grows strong still as she continues to grow,

Like a bud in the moonlight waiting for the sun to rise,

She waits to bloom and open her eyes,

Strong on the outside, but delicate within,

She radiates beauty as her buds begin to open.

Her heart of gold goes forth with the dawn,

As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,

Afar over life’s turrets and vales does she roam,

In the wake of those echoes her heart calls home.

Her heart it has always dreamed of the stars,

While it rises and soars way beyond the sheltering bars.

She can move the world by just saying what she believes in

She teaches not through a book, but through her pain,

She makes me smile through the childishness of her soul,

I’m watching her beauty evolve into a whole,

She desires people to understand her for her identity,

A hard exterior but a soft heart is all she’ll ever be..!! 

The Mountain

 A lonely mountain sleeps upon a lake of blue,

So peaceful, so serene, undisturbed glistens the dew,

Above the lake, below the gaze of the hill,

Where time lies stagnate, everything is perfectly still,

There is a cave cut into the heart of the rock,

Where lives a woman in a pearl white frock,

She comes out at daybreak to sing her ode,

Of men and monsters and their glory road,

Her song of songs grows over time,

Each of her verses they perfectly rhyme,

The warmth in her gaze it touches your soul,

Her poise, her grace, enamours you whole,

From her song rises the wave and the wind,

Sadness and grief when she sings - rescind,

She saves the world from certain death,

My infusing life through her very breath,

She stands tall and proud like her mountain home,

Patiently she waits inside her thorny dome,

She opens at the close, she ends where life begins,

She cries when you cry, and when you laugh she grins..

A place

 There's a place in this world where we belong,

A place known not in any book or neither song,

Where we fly free like wind on the ocean wave,

And we roam the land strong, fearless and brave,

Where there is no limit to the depth of the sea,

A land where each of us chooses what we can be,

Where all roads do lead to the path that we need,

Our strength absolute, and love never will bleed,

Where angels bless us by spreading their wings,

And the little bird in praise of us melodies sings,

Where nature has set pieces and curtains galore,

Those high proud mountains and the rivers who roar,

Where we string our soul to silence to remember all that is lost,

And upon hearing the challenge, learn the lesson, never pay the cost,

Where we mark new void spaces on a map, as we set out to see more,

Daring the unknown, facing the wild by the score,

Where we grow through struggles and triumphs, bigger than the whole,

The essence of life, purifying forever and blessing our soul,

Where we're not cradled in custom, or pinned down by those that preach,

The only school is life, and everyday is a wonderful new lesson to teach,

Where is this place, I know not yet I seek to find,

I know it exists, it has always, since the beginning of time..!!!!