Had a kite
colourful sight
swishing and swirling
and fluttering so high

craning my neck
looked at my kite
he looked so grand
I felt a rush of pride

flew him high
flew him wide
felt him dip down
gazing at me
what more I want?
he is mine

held the threads
that connected me and him
had the total control
just a tug will have him snug...

Sudden swish
another kite
not so grand
came to his side.

thought will play
a game of war
fun to watch him
coil her pretty neck

thought they were fighting
as he tried to pull her
and she fought too
swaying and twirling

as i watched
she gained control
saw him slipping
going her way.

I tried to right him.
but before i knew
he stopped fighting
losing deliberately

i knew that moment
he fell for her
she charmed him
she wooed him
followed him with zest.

with a slight dip
he looked at me
it was that moment
he chose her for me...

the threads were cut
he left with her
No backward glance
not a moment of regret

watched him fly by
dancing a passion dance
coiled to each other
she breathing his breath

My thread to sanity
opted to leave me
I stood still feet firmly planted
gazing at him
with a loose thread in my hand.

Within the four walls
Below a roof
Busy with play of words
The poet is aloof.

The sky is breaking low
Pitter patter rain
Capture they must the flow
Of drizzles soothing pain.

Outside on a stretch of green
Drenched to the bone
A man with cracking skin
Hoeing from morn.

The toiler is tasked to ****
Paid by the hour
Must earn the precious quid
Whatever the shower.

The poet is lost in the toil
To grow his rhyme in shower
The **** works fast the soil
Growing hope by the hour.

The cello
mother of music
sings peacefully
from the eye of the storm

A peace purchased
at the price of certitude

Piano provides counterpoint
restrained
elegant
its curtains of sound
dream their own dreams

and a longing violin
makes love to
the air itself

We march deliberately
to this tempo
stepping in time
to the sweet
and terrifying strains
of our own mortality

The composer
died
at thirty one years.
Why - how
have I lived so long?

Perhaps
to hear this music as if for
the first time
and so share it
with the sky.