walking with you
in the october air
colored leaves
swirling around us
the taste of pumpkin spice
and whipped cream
lingers on your lips
autumn hums
her pretty song
a hand in mine
stepping on leaves
i don't think
i'll ever leave

Maybe I can’t stop
The downpour But
I will always join you  
For a walk in the rain

Together we will flow
Through an ocean of  
Ever-changing tides  
Drenched  
Tired  
Stronger  
Empowered  

The sunrise  
Will never look brighter  
Then the day we become  
One

I’m at the river bank

drowning in your tears, Ophelia.

Why call for me?

Your soul rests in Rue.

Your Soliloquy lives in Aloe.

You’re a haunting echo.

I listen to your eulogy,

my heart is speechless

and wonders in a water dream-escape;

in remembrance it feels,

in freedom it breathes

and in love it lives.

A lotus blooms in my depths,

Lilies grow in my skin

and Roses bloom in my palms.

I wish you would see me walk on water, Ophelia.

Everything you do seems to be bad
From the way you walk and talk
I could tell you think your all that
I think I hate you
For hurting me a way no one has
But I know I love you

A pensioner's long walk today,
Yes, the mailman's been, no yah!
What  bills did arrive this way?
Postman, postman, stay away,
I am putting up a sign,
"BAN THE BILLS!' about frigging time!
If all bill payers went on strike,
Bills would go down, not upwards hike,
Yes, it's that dreaded long walk again,
Should I throw the bills down the drain?
A gutter too far, or in the bin?
Bringing us bills is the postman's great sin,
Can't afford that, can't afford that,
"I'll shoot you, postman, now don't come back!"
Is shooting postmen a capital offence?
"BAN THE  BILLS!" on everyone's fence!

In the poetry of Manzil Neil Poud'Ar
      
“ She is leaving ”

This is the same old City
of Memories, we shared
I heard you are leaving this city
This one you didn't even think to Share

The road we used to pass by is now calling
Asking how long it will be waiting
To hear all those laughs and giggles again
Watching us dancing with joy in the rain

A surprise visit to that lamp post
where we spent our time most
It is now empty, dark and full of rust
Asking us to visit and revive it's robust

Leaves are scattered on the ground
Not knowing which way is up and down
Falling from that same old tree
where we wrote our names with low key

Like cigarettes and city smoke
Now I am more and more broke
Setting myself fade into the air
Please stay! Wishing for it in my Prayer

Dictionary :
Leaving: To go away
Passed by: Walked on
Giggled: Silly / Stupid laugh, unknown laugh
Joy: Happiness / Pleasure
Revive: To bring it back to its original type
Robust: Richness, Property and its valued presence
Low Key: With no fear, a quiet moment, silence