Relishing a dream of voyage;
though the sky lit by the glory of rays,
my eyes squinted at the ray
fluttering my lashes says,
not now,don't wake me now.
Impeccable sunlight splattering
on to the window
making a tiny purslane buds to grow.
In a fantasy,I say,
not now,don't wake me now.
Beads of morning dew sets humbly
on my pristine pink roses
and haughty dew on the edge of the leaf
filling in a light from the sunbeam.
Be-worried to dispel from cloud-land,I say
not now,don't wake me now.
Am exploring the vault of heaven
loosing myself from within
under the blanket of murky rain.
Then heard a crooning songs buzzing into my ear
wakes me recalling the tangled memories of cheer.
Plunged into a new day with smiling eyes
and with a prayer of good angels of heights.
Written by,
Rekha Antony
Throwback February 2020
Modified to refrain form
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 1:35 AM UTC
A rain that felled in a rhythmic beat
washed away our muddy feet
rain frogs croaking beside the pond
has drone,
so as the violent rain has gone;
drenching each tiny leaves of oaks
reminding us of a wedding vows
the rain has gone,silence the night
has worn.
we are moving ahead to the port of call
holding hands with a shivery breathe
ahead and ahead
through the streets forlorn..
Written By,
Rekha Antony
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 1:32 AM UTC
In that hours of light when the ocean
adorned us with the kiss of the waves,
affection for its beauty
reformed to a worshiping deity.
Oh my sailor,you've anchored my heart
making me a perfect fit queen of your paradise.
My mind heeded a love song playing on a harp
dreaming of the day walking down the aisle
with bouquets of orchids,pulling down the veil.
Oh my sailor,it's more than a year
that ocean waves hitting your ship
cradle you to sleep,
a sleep for an hour sketching blood lines
in your eyes makes me sigh.
Oh my sailor,sail back home
break your groove,rest sleepy head on *****
get tuned into the lullaby from my heart
walk-in to the land full of love
far away from the seagull squawk
where the cuckoos sings at the sky's first blush
no more frozen sausage you see
nor the ship that roars
black headed gull emptied your tin of nuts
which we bought from a valley hut.
Oh my sailor,sail back home
you're brave as knight and strong as storm
but you are the one my sight do seek
no matter you glide through the ocean
or let the sea breeze to whoosh
sail back away from the wrath of kyaar
and wrap me safe within your arms
Oh my sailor,sail back home.
Written by,
Rekha Antony
To the sailor Ajesh Joshi
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 10:47 AM UTC