Threads of time...
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
She .. Endearing Soul
It doesn’t happen very often that someone
Touches your life in so many ways
That you think, imagine and worry
About that soul each moment
Wondering where she would be
What she would be doing
Would she be smiling
In my remembrance
Gazing at the skies studded with
Shinning bright stars at night
Staring at the moon
Somehow wanting to see
Her reflection and smiles
Or would she be on bed
Tossing and turning
Holding pillows close
To her heart tightly
To not letting me go
Whispering gently
Sweet little words
Words my ears
Are longing to hear
From sweetest and
Most endearing soul
Ever existed near or far !
Touches your life in so many ways
That you think, imagine and worry
About that soul each moment
Wondering where she would be
What she would be doing
Would she be smiling
In my remembrance
Gazing at the skies studded with
Shinning bright stars at night
Staring at the moon
Somehow wanting to see
Her reflection and smiles
Or would she be on bed
Tossing and turning
Holding pillows close
To her heart tightly
To not letting me go
Whispering gently
Sweet little words
Words my ears
Are longing to hear
From sweetest and
Most endearing soul
Ever existed near or far !
Monday, March 16, 2009
Noisy Stones
Well rounded they are
Slippery and un-stickable
Drifting along the river of time
Not so sublime, spurring slime
Hardened non-receptive mould
Impregnable and cold
Noisy rumbling and rattling
Immune to drift and change
Enjoying their slumber
They only mobilize
With destructive weighty impact
Search no soul there
For they are noisy Stones
Men without listening bone!
Slippery and un-stickable
Drifting along the river of time
Not so sublime, spurring slime
Hardened non-receptive mould
Impregnable and cold
Noisy rumbling and rattling
Immune to drift and change
Enjoying their slumber
They only mobilize
With destructive weighty impact
Search no soul there
For they are noisy Stones
Men without listening bone!
Labels: Men without listening bone.
