Dimples on an Officer –
Incongruous on someone trained to kill.
But the combination got me going;
And though it was against my will,
I got to know them better.
Both the dimples were two sides of a scale;
And as my prejudice’s wont,
I’ve gathered that to be the end of this tale!
I even cried a bit.
For two reasons (that I [...]
Archive for February, 2008
To H.C.
Posted in Written in 2008, tagged broken dreams, history, Life, lost hope, old age, Past, poem on February 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
To A—-
Posted in Written in 2008, tagged Love, poem, Relationship, Sonnet on February 15, 2008 | 2 Comments »
To A—-
I shall think of smiles Today from the Past,
When we first met eight Septembers ago;
Those smiles which somehow managed to last,
Despite, both, Life and Time’s opposite flow.
The first rose I gave you is still bright red
In my mind’s eye, as are the ones you gave;
But Today’s incomplete if this isn’t said:
We are lovers, who [...]
Dreams.
Posted in Written in 1995, tagged Dreams, Love, poem on February 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
He wanders through this wild, mad world
In search of soothing dreams,
And like the Lark that sings for All,
He swings on hopeful beams.
He lives amid a throng unknown,
Forsaking many smiles;
And yet the glint within his eye
Does many eyes beguile.
He talks to none about the dreams,
Conveys to none a sigh,
The others think him very queer,
He will not [...]
The Twins.
Posted in Written in 1995, tagged Hope, Love, poem, Relationship on February 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Storming the brain of the mind of the twin,
Had not the measure of love that would give
Joy, nor the hurt, nor the pain that could win
All the interesting decisions to live.
Flying from Worlds where Happiness lives on,
Rested in homes wherein Lust oft deceived –
Laughing and waving with him Hope had gone –
Smilingly, Life in a [...]
Kites.
Posted in Written in 1998 on February 15, 2008 | 1 Comment »
In skies of blue, I spy a speck of gliding brown;
It drops, then turns, the wind holding up its strong wings,
Then drops again to soar high, it moves up, then down,
But ne’er too low to seem a part of earth-bound things.
I gaze at the sight and wonder – that’s all I do –
Just wonder: what [...]