It was when the rain start
as my heart skip a beat
I heard yours in triump
Thumping and pumping so fast
You smile mischievously
And sing for me endlessly
Oh! How hate and love collide
Just like heat after the summer kiss
And the cold breeze of snow flakes bliss
It was all clear to me oh! How I miss you badly
Years after years
Decades strike straight through me
Wrinkles and lines visible on my face
As the smell of your perfume filled my nostrils
And now it's my time
To go back to our old days my love
The film of life is done with me
And I'm ready to go free
From a very early age we start to form some wrinkles in our mind
with all of those impressions we gather in life of an unusual kind.
It's those things we think, believe, say and do as we live and grow
that form the basis of our problems of which maturity does show.
Especially all of those wrong thoughts, beliefs, words and actions
indulged in that cause or bring about much of our dis-satisfactions.
Very often we don't really know or understand what's for own good
and hold onto those things that we need to let go of which we could.
We all become attached to certain things that so form our behaviour
which can cause all those problems we seek help for from a saviour.
Whether it's to do with some physical, emotional or mental distress
we often wonder how we find ourselves to be in such a current mess.
Too much of a good thing that seems to be alright for a period of time
may only start the ball rolling towards an unlikely or unhealthy clime.
And as we tend to give in to so many temptations each and every day
our mind develops wrinkles that over time come to plague us and stay.
We're all usually born with what is known as a clean slate of a mind
that's gradually filled up by things as we live, grow and learn we find;
particularly with regard to the circumstances that come with our birth
and family situations through our parents on this planet called Earth.
There are also things that come to us unexpectedly as we all live
which may cause various problems and even some setbacks give.
But it's really how we handle and cope with what life throws at us
and take advantage of any opportunities that will result in our plus.
The wrinkles in the mind which may form during the course of life
have the hidden or likely potential to cause someone a lot of strife.
Especially when they're formed in the mind of one at an early age
and aren't smoothed out by the one concerned at some later stage.
They resemble the grooves on a vinyl recording that are played with
a record player's needle passing over them producing the sound pith
of recorded music or song that have been damaged by some means
playing the same part over repeatedly and its progress contravenes.
Written in July 2018. Please see also another recently posted poem titled: "The Wound That Took Ages To Heal" which is also posted on HP.
They're getting younger
their wrinkles fade.
Their smile is getting wider
day by day.
are getting stronger, their teeth
- whiter. One day
they will be young again.
The cradle awaits them,
in which they'll flourish
But if you laugh enough,
they will blend in with your laugh lines
and get lost.
Something I read and really liked.
Hope you like it too!
I followed the lines
on my palm
and they never
to make up
My grandma is an old woman
With shiny silver hair
Like the queen's hat
I go to visit her on Sundays
Her face lights up like
Night sky from the old moon
She smiles the most gorgeous smile
Her teeth make a little window
To her heart
Love finding its way back
My grandma prepares
All the dishes that make my mouth water
She begins at Saturday morning
And finishes by evening
Slowly, bit by bit
My grandma is aged but
her love is like wine;
The older, the more intense
She feeds me with her fragile, shaky hands
The paneer tastes creamy
The jalebis are like her skin,
Brown and sleak
It has been 6 weeks
Since I have been meeting her
Today when I checked my weight
The machine pointed at
Sixty four point five
From fifty eight point seven
It is her love that has found home
If I will have wrinkles,
let them be from too much smiling.
If I will have bad vision,
let it be from looking at good for too much.
If I will be starved,
let it be from me feeding you all the good I've had.
If I will have broken bones,
let them be broken because I
have taken the pain that would've gone to you.
If I will be weak,
let me be weak from being too strong.
When I will die,
let me die because I have done enough good here.
Who's the boy with the sickly eyes down the hall?
He looks so familiar. But his name I can't recall.
He's on my lips, I can feel him right there,
hope he didn't catch me with my mouth open stare.
He looks like he needs a nap, to get some rest.
His clothes all wrinkled, his posture's a mess.
But he has a thick line of laughter creased in his cheek.
His smile has some tatters, and he's got coffee stains
His glasses are fogged up ***** with that day's grease.
If he took a bit of care for himself he'd be looking,
better than what I've seen.
Too bad he isn't better than he is right now.
some ideas ive had, some remarks ive heard, and a few insecurities i need to face
has gone away.
of fun stay.
When I smile
they go astray.