Ran out of hugs
Ran out of kisses
Ran out of loving

That's
the way it always goes
I am just led to superimpose

There is a way
that the sun
glows gold

There is a cup
that will overflow

There is a good moon
rising
just before the dawn

An owl that
doesn't give a Hoot
out on the lawn

A broken heart that
no amount of kintsugi
and gold
will fill the canyons
of cracks and
eliminate the epicanthic soul
.
epicanthic - a prolongation of the upper eyelid that partially blocks the inner corner eyesight .

COLOURING THE WORLD.

Auntie Peggy...
gave us
the world

we held it
tentatively
between finger and thumb

hardly able to
believe
what we could see

there we were(& she)
trapped  in the first ever
colour photo we

had ever seen
and so we saw
that grass was green

as were
Uncle Michael's
corduroys

we looked and looked
again to confirm the photo
had got it exactly right

somehow that world
was lost by us
and we can only see it

through the eyes of
Auntie Peggy's photos
where everything remains

just so
and redder bluer greener
than anyone could ever know

Why does the mind
Keep thinking always?
Often it is bright hopes
But more often
tangled in dark thoughts.

Sometimes it's fear,
At times  it's courage
And a lot it wanders
afar to unseen land
across untouched sand !

dominance of thoughts
Always on mind, never calm
Why? Sometimes it’s work
Every so often it’s home,
When will this endless
Chatter of thoughts cease?

“Meditate”  I hear  for “Oh God,”
With eyes closed, focus set
I try to still the storm within
And yet A train of thoughts
Rushes on , nonstop…!

With tranquility’s golden ray
war within ceases- mastering the art  
to control the flow of  thoughts
And now mind is clear…!
But for how long?