The
Old man
Sits overflowing with
Mercy. Little of which for
Himself  he reserves. Wrinkled to the
Point of his unbelief. For he  reminisces
Upon the days when he knees jutted out,
So gracefully they sensed no aches and Creaks. A sensational torture for him These days, which might be till his eyes He shuts in darkness.



Upon
A ponder he
Recalls his memory
Serving him so vividly.



When
Nature's breeze
Was the air
He spoke. His hands
Moved, so pumped with speed.
Spurned round and round in the
Tremendous heat. Showing off strength, Speaking of it in ounces.
Bullying  with his words, swindling with his deeds.
Smiles of triumph brush his lips.



'Contemptuos satisfaction'
Screams his lips.
Belittling all around him.
His streak it remained, despite the
Years rolling relentlessly by.Now sealed Permanently in a smirk of regret, as his Sun gradually oranged from the it's Golden rays. Smokeyblue it became.
With a bundle of  shadows bubbling all around.



Left
With no
Friends, lonely with
Echoes. Echoes of emptiness.
Shame. Like an empty shell with its
Occupants lost. Never to be found. Was  it worth it?  Wonders he. All those years
Of  painting sincere pain. Bitter-sour
Scenes on the heroic stage of cruelty.



Was
It worth it?
There he sits, his
Thoughts wandering,lost.....

Dry up your tears
my little friend.
To whom the
name is given:clumpsy.
That word which made you
feel out of place,
regarded
and of low regard.


That word they spoke,
as though
a plague had come
upon you.
Good radiance
to the ones who called you
clumpsy,
for they are not worth
the tears.


They
For if everyone
was ' a swift' or 'smart'
tell me,
what shall this world be?


It is the slow
and the steady, the clumpsy
with wisdom to whom,
the earth pays her dues.

My mind
sang a song
I did not
pay heed to.
It played a rythm,
I craved no time
to dance to.
Whiles,
they whiled away,
conniving with cunning time.
They evaporated
like wild whiles do.
Snatching away the secrets
my dear mind once crooned.
My ears were too defeated to listen.
My memory too occupied
to pay attention.
Now, I stand here
numbed with regrets..
For my mind,
she
sings no more.

You
Is the
Short form of
You.nique.

I shall
test the waters
Though my mind's mode is uncertain.
I shall
Step into the deep blue unknown.
I shall forge on
And on,
Till the waves overwhelm me.
And the tides
Suppress my lungs.
For knowledge's sake
I shall TRY!

All my life
As a little growing lass
He tended, watched me,
Scolded and praised

He toiled,
Thought,
Fought
And succeeded
To rear me
Like the cub
Of a lion,
Brave,
Fearless
And expectant

Like the little
Dove; pure
Gentle
And blameless

Like the cat:
Playful,
Curious
And inquisitive.
He is my father,
And I was groomed
In his shadow