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I met her just once

still in my heart she shines
in this mind bred in the city
grinded in urban complexity
she is one finger pointing the firmament
I never though made her a commitment!

With women have spent oceans of word
with her stayed ten minutes or so
what in me she stirred
lifetime in my mind would glow!

Can someone tell me the mystery of emotion
that makes what's seen in one seen in none
love's ten minutes' silent revolution
in a span of life is never undone!

I met her once only
finger counted moments awhile shared
in my thoughts she remains heavenly
her memory brighter time weathered!
How him I envy

at age of ninety
he cries like a baby!

It needs not much of a provocation
without a cloud his tears flow
wind's rustle a known birdsong
half moon's glow
bell's ding-****
never ever his overgrown years
made the choice of stopping the tears!

I wanna know in what treasured gain
falls easy eye's undrying rain
leaves' wintry fall time rusted tale
chiming clock rosebud's smell
never held back tears
his ninety years!

In tears never miserly

*he cries like a baby!
true, like all our poems are.
Should you phone
When I'm home,
Don't assume I'm alone
Choosing epithets
For my stone.

If you phone
And hear a graon,
Don't assume I'm on the throne.
That's me practicing
Saxaphone.

When you phone
And hear me moan
In mellifulous polytone;
That's my slide
On a sweet trombone.

I'm the new age
Don Quixote,
Sitting in
My library.
I'm not dying,
I'm versifying,
Communing with
Life's mystery.
 Apr 2014 Judypatooote
KA
Walking in the sand,
the sun rising over the water.
A new day, a new breeze,
breathing and living today.
You waking up and me barefoot.
Life lives,
its all that matters.
I had thought over tea
About my little city

Western civilization
The decay of our nation

Moral compromise
Our leaders speak lies

I just want the truth
A return to what's right

Doesn't look like we'll get that
Not without a fight
 Apr 2014 Judypatooote
Samridhi
she sits there completely alone,
for hours-
she waits for the phone.
memories of them crash through her head
along with all those cruel things they said.
secrets, gossips and time spent together
meant nothing, now or forever.
best friends since kindergarden,
now it all seemed like a great burden.
nowhere to go without her,
nothing done without her,
she's incomplete without her.
loneliness fills up the air,
as she wishes for her to be there.
the world around her turns upside down,
and she feels like a vegetable left to rot.
the closest friends of mine she thinks,
have gone forever in just a blink.
years pass by- but, she still hasn't moved on,
she's still the girl sitting by herself all *alone.
something i wrote back in the beginning of 7th grade,
now I'm almost done with high school.
hell of a tough time.
no changes have been made since  i first wrote it .
In a heartless world
of on-demand,
You and I
had better plans.

We spoke our dreams,
And we fought the man.
None of my friends,
could understand.  

When it came to what it was,
that we'd do,
we never really fully ever,
thought it through.

It always ended up,
With me and you,

Just laughing at each other.


So very many times,
Out in the cold,
Your bright red honda,
with the windows rolled.

You'd nuzzle right in,
so warm and bold,
A deep gentle calm,
to my roaming soul.

Yes I held you tight,
and I let you know,
That all of our memories
would never go.

You'd lean in,
we'd seize our moment,
Both of us,
dying to hold it.

I'd kiss your head,
Wish you a safe ride,
Watched you go,
as I walked inside.

I caught every kiss
that you blew my way,
Each and Every time
As you pulled away.

There is not a word,
that I can say,
used to describe,
How I feel today

Never thought that,
I would see this day,
When it's you and I,
On our separate ways.

Just another burn hole,
In the page,
Just another wrinkle,
Showing age.
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