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Do you remember?
You know what I'm talking about.
Those times when the entire family was gathered at our house,
simply enjoying the pleasure of each other's company.
The smell of the grilled fajitas.
The sight of the women cooking in the kitchen, preparing the side dishes.
The kids playing in the pool as if the day were endless.
Oh, how I long for those days!
How I wish I could relive them.
Truth is you never appreciate anything until you look back in time,
cause in the moment you're too busy feeling alive!
I miss my old home and our family/ friend gatherings. Times seem much more simple then. I wrote this like I was having a conversation with my brother.
Day slowly passes
Its torch to the distance
Beyond the crowd who've gathered
All color will fade too
When the birds flee

Before the folk there stands
A group of men but one
His knees--left and right--knelt
His neck and head bowed
No face behind the black sag of hair
He will no longer be
When the birds flee

Voices ring and ring
Rash like a forest screaming
While the fires are lit
Still are only two
A mother and her daughter
Standing with the wind
Faintly it will wisp
When the birds flee

Life has been cast
Along with the day
Should tomorrow come
The day may turn so gray
Knelt is the man
And now his head shall lie
Away from that which lifted him
Another tale to tell
When the birds flee
Attempting something more lyrical and rhythmic.
Your idea was to dislike cats.
I love both: You and the Cat.
And in an instant you knew I'm smart!
;)
Devashish Kumar May 2015
Time we have been together
All come back to me now.
I don’t want to go away
But you left me no choice.
The places we visited
The nights we spent in each other’s arms
The movies we watched
The gifts we exchanged
The parties we rocked together
The promises we made
The tight hugs
The passionate kisses
The songs we sang together
The tough times
The happy moments
All are coming back to me.
I wonder whether
It is the day of parting
Or the day of gathering?
But this is the final good bye.
But this is the final good bye.
EDB Apr 2014
What gathers us here today
is the common misconception,
that the minds of the educated
can be shaped in one direction.  

What gathers us here today
is the relationships shared;
The celebration is pure
'cause love is in the air.

What gathers us here today
is the void now present;
Only now do we stop
and appreciate past lessons.  

What gathers us here today,
coincidental or divine,
is to play our role
in the age of mankind.

— The End —