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154 · Feb 2018
Moon
PM Feb 2018
Hide and go seek
can you at least take a peek?
Make the clouds part
And the darkness depart.

There is a cool breeze;
And everyone’s at ease
just missing someone, to mock and tease.
But you always fill the gap,
Even for someone, on the other side of the map.
Where are you now?

The clouds have disappeared,
But you still haven’t appeared.
The crickets, the wind, the lonely sighs are all calling,
But you, as always, are still stalling.
Where are you now?

A constant companion at night,
Your white glow and soft light,
while riddled with craters and rocks
you help lighten the heart while the clock slowly ticks and tocks.

And, at last, you appear,
welcomed, by the chorus of the wind and lonely eyes brimming with tears,
because finally someone has come, to make a wish upon and to bridge the gap
between someone who is way, way on the other side of the map.
149 · Mar 2018
NEW
PM Mar 2018
NEW
Day in, Day out.
As you laugh play and shout...

A new word, a new feeling that you discover,
gives you a new kind of power...
#Different
143 · Feb 2018
Stars
PM Feb 2018
Up above the world so high,
To catch you, many may try
Yet, you are but an image in the sky
Of a time long gone by…..
142 · Oct 2018
A Still Soul
PM Oct 2018
The water’s still, not a ripple in sight,
It is calm and serene – with any being, it hasn’t picked a fight.
You glance in and see yourself,
Clear and sharp – one with the water itself.

Suddenly.

A pebble is thrown and the calm shatters,
The still water hurriedly scatters.
Heat rises and steam arises,
Blocking your view – pulling down visors.
No longer can you see yourself – clear or sharp,
Nor can you hear anything, an urgent trumpet or even a gentler harp.

Your calm was shattered by a single pebble,
There will follow more – none less feeble.
Anger is the pebble and the pebble is anger,
Let you control your anger and not it you,
To let the water within you always be – clear and reflective of a happy you.
PM Apr 2018
The day that I stumbled upon the wishing well,
The sun was out and the fresh spring flowers had a great smell.

The day that my life was about to change,
I was happy and looking forward to the day ahead - nothing strange.

The day I learned a great life lesson,
I believed my confidence and happiness were things no one could lessen.

The day I stumbled upon the wishing well,
I realised trust was very delicate indeed - encased in a fragile shell.

The day after I stumbled upon the wishing well,
The sun hid and the flowers fell,
And where my trust in people went.Well, No one could tell...

So you see, that day I learnt that no one does anything for free.
Wishes and the people that 'grant' them, provide only a temporary glee.

— The End —