I am not a poet or a writer.. but I have and do write a couple of verses when i find time... this is the compedium of my recent stuff... the ones that i wanted to post.
"Can we meet?" The clamour cried. Spouting ideas, many dates were tried. July 12th was favourite by a mile. Planning and bantering in our usual style. Quiet warriors two, lifted the yoke; Warmed us as a group, ice broke. Mutual conversation, easily flowed. Memories of past, ceaselessly glowed. Reinforced the truth to us - You belong; To a fantastic group, which takes all along. Akin to the warm winds, and cold waves, Our differences aside, our walls caved. Those two days, our teens returned. Gossips and stories, many churned. "When can we meet again?" the clamour cries. There in, the reunion's success lies.
If only words could convey The depths of what I feel ; I could find a way to love Find a way to heal. If only I could choose To speak aloud my mind; I should hope a corner Of comfort to find. If only I could be To myself tad kind I may find the courage To hit on rewind. Though for now All I can do is try. And to just pray Peace is nigh.
The blade of grass quivers, The rain laden wind blows First rains of summer comes And everything around slows. I stop to watch the marriage Of the sea in the sky and on earth. The tiny droplets that announce Tiny streams giving birth. I wonder why water is calming? The rains, the waves the deep sea. Do they connect the blade of grass, The sky, the earth and me?
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