Poetic Licence

April Message!

As the rain stop falling through the April leaves,
Robins perching on the bamboo swing and sing,
Frolicking, and Awake; from a night of slumber,
While pairs of wild doves in an ecstatic shiver of companionship,
Dance to the rhythm of the rustling morning breeze.
And as I gaze through the crystal glass,
That, which separates my world from theirs,
I feel a curious sense of peace and wonder,
Like droplets that trickles down the wet leaves,
An April Message, perhaps!
Of good things that comes to life,
Like in so many ways prevail,
Even after a dreary night of lights and sounds,
In an epic drama of life that is as bewitching as real,
There’s yet a Hope, as tranquil as this April morning.

Andy E.

The Gift

A gift so sublime that we can give,
Only if we have a heart of gold,
When, in our eyes of wrinkled wisdom,
Etched with lines of silent years,
Will mirror a dignified hunger.

Even if invisible hands reached out,
And touched our hearts, ask for nothing,
Nothing much is left afterwards,
When the world shut at the blink of an eye.

But pray we sleep with eternal smile,
Knowing we have been cared for and loved,
Not for some heroic deeds,
If only for what we believed in.
To be fair is such a feat,
For the mortals, the sinners.

If only one realized the worth,
Of giving with one’s heart,
'Only don’t be late giving it'.

AndyE

Shadow of a man!

I dreamt of you last night,
Found gravity falling into you,
And after all these years,
Been thinking my heart mended,
But I was wrong again this time.
Piece by piece I’ve given it to you,
And what remains as I,
It’s just a shadow of the man I was meant to be.
Don’t be surprise if I am a stranger to you,
It does to me every morning I wake up,
Sweating and swearing what has become of me,
A broken man with a broken heart,
Dreaming of things impossible,
Still living but not thinking straight,
It’s just a shadow of the man I was meant to be.

AndyE

Melancholy

Thoughts that bewail melancholy,
Surround my decrepit spirit,
An echo of silent scream,
Reverberates in my empty universe.

Much as I wipe with flailing vigour,
The passing years of tears and fears,
Leaves me gasping for mercy.

The cruel world mocks me,
A price I must pay regardless,
Without a chance of a bargain,
No, not even with Lucifer!

AndyE