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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Kiss Me Once

"Kiss me once,
Just for luck.
I'm going on a journey
of a lifetime."

My bag is packed,
my work on hold
the heart is filled
with stories untold

"Kiss me once,
Just for luck.
I'm going on a journey
of a lifetime."

the sun is up
the storm receding
the wind is calm
the spring is breeding

"Kiss me once,
Just for luck.
I'm going on a journey
of a lifetime."

Looking for love
and life's meaning
in the morning dew
and the dusky hues

"Kiss me once,
Just for luck.
I'm going on a journey
of a lifetime."

I wander alone
and wonder more
is it a solitary life
or peaceful solitude

"Kiss me once,
Just for luck.
I'm going on a journey
of a lifetime."

I met few souls
and some stayed back
some I miss much
Joy and sorrow such

"Kiss me once,
Just for luck.
I'm going on a journey
of a lifetime."

In this sojourn of life
and its meandering ways
you meet grief and joy
bite a lemon, enjoy

"Kiss me once,
Just for luck.
I'm going on a journey
of a lifetime."

Friday, April 15, 2016

When Time Stood Still

Sleepy eyed, I looked at the clock
Almost ready to jolt up in shock
Only to find it, poignantly still
I could sleep today to my fill.

Yet deep within the poet spoke
A question within me it awoke
If one moment was all you get
To remember, relive, frame and set

Which one would it be
you always want to see

Would it be the second
you tore out the mail
to find you were in
Harvard, Duke or Yale

Would it be the moment
you looked in her eye
Where time stood still
While the sky passed by

Would it be the time
You woke up sick
to the caress of your mother
with soup, hot and thick

Or the time you ticked a box
scratching away, striking off
The last wish on
your bucket list

Life awaits for us does not
to capture moments in camera shots
Only in our mind we save

Moments in our lives we crave

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

My Story

Ask me not my story
but see it in my eyes
where courage and sadness intermingle
sparking up the brilliant twinkle

Ask me not my story
but feel it in my skin
ensconced in the worn leathery crinkles
smile and tear caught in the wrinkles

Ask me not my story
but gauge it in my gait
the defeated, hunched shoulders
the happy-go-lucky weight

Ask me not my story
but hear it in my voice
the lurking cry in a smile
my story in a solitary sigh.