Wednesday, May 23, 2018

The Great Illusion


Pic Credit : Erik Johansson

"She hates me, my friend, I'm sure"
"No she's just shy. Don't rub her the wrong way."
They stood at the edge of their colony, all poor.
But dreams had no limits, their eyes beamed, ready to play.

"I don't have enough set apart", he cried.
"Don't make me sell my wares!", she did retort.
O' The regular bickering, the colony sighed.
The words sharp as arrows, yet a quiver empty of thought.

"Little one, I'll always be there for you", she lied
"Pray my child, that tomorrow shall be brighter"
The little one believes, all good lives, all evil has died.
But in the colony, like night and day, Evil and good were always bound tighter

Suddenly, of a great flood, there came chants
Their lives, worries and dreams all perished in the sands
The old lady had woken up and watered the plants
Alas, she knew not, under those leaves there lived a colony of ants.

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Memories of the Dew






Happy moments in life are like dew drops. 
Magical, yet fleeting. 
Charmingly beautiful yet hardly seen.
Through the still darkness of the night.
Do I yearn for the warmth of the sun or the misty morning dew.?


For what are dew drops, if not fleeting?
How is something of beauty if it never ceases to exist? 
As the sun rises and the dew melts and trickles away, should I move on ? 
Do I forget and just walk away ?


Or perhaps this is the way it's meant to be. 
Those dark clouds never really meant to stay.
Those old whistling trees and a wet broken pathway. 
When I looked back, is it perhaps, just me ?


Day and night. Night after day is all alright.
I forget to remember as I shall remember to forget. 
For what stays in life is so precious little, very few. 
All I need, are those memories of the dew. 

Those little memories of the dew.