Cobble Stones Break Away

Cobble stones break away

from austere quiet pavements

soon enough the faint echoes

of receding footsteps won’t remain

fallen leaves tremble in askance

in hope and in vain

but do copper sands remember

the musks of bygone rains?

In slender volumes of poetry

Dry petals of once cherished orchids

Wilt again in the knowledge that

Forgotten words often forget

The ethers gently laced within

The lines of someone’s fervent emotion

And the crinkles of sepia tinted pages

are all that mark the journey

of true tears across a dusky cheek

Amid random thoughts,

a lost moment’s question glints

like nagari’s silver anklet

broken, never lost, never missed

if I held you hand

if I was possessed in yours

when did our fingers let go?

The Firmament Cries

Whenever the firmament cries

and loud the thunder roars,

I get reminded of those ugly days

when in want of more and more,

I left my home with temper and rage

sad, and with my ego hurt

I flew away from the "golden cage"

with a dream of doing something great

"I'll toil I'll work I shall"

Full of overwhelming confidence and pride

that had to come before my fall

Still lacking the will to face it all,

I rode away from home on the horse of pride.

Not knowing, the future, dark

for which I have repented and cried

Cause there's no place like the one we call home

where a sapling is nourished 

to become a capable tree

to yield the fruits of satisfaction so free

This day I could only wish

"My horse of guilt,take me back home"