On this eve of the New Year,
Now is the time to reminisce,
Now is the time to cry
Now is the time to wave 2020 goodbye!
Cheesy rhymes put away
keeping those urges at bay
just kidding—definitely not
I’d get my brain in a knot!
As I was saying
before my words started rhyming
This is the end of a hell of a year
A new one is here
almost, within touching distance
let’s hope it’s different than last one, good riddance!
Was this year a fool’s year?
A wasted year?
Has life all gone to shit?
Alas, for some, yes.
Many have lost those dearest
Many have little food to eat
So many are struggling and suffering
2020 has not been a good year for them.
While Jeff Bezos lines his coffers
and we gaze into empty restaurants
wearing masks aka breath condensers
life goes on.
For me, it’s not too bad.
Sure, few parties,
not going to Antarctica
and a bunch of other stuff
which pales in comparison
to the stuff others have gone through.
No bragging about me and you
Just spare a thought for those
those less fortunate.
I sit here in silent awe
with a hint of admiration.
You need not know,
you need not be aware.
There is a quiet smile
spreading across my world.
This is spontaneous
but I think—and all ought to think likewise—
we spend too much time thinking of the other;
too much time being elsewhere
too much time away from where we need to be
altogether too much time from where we must be.
And that is a secret place:
few—only the truly Wise—know of it
us mortals can only strive
to be truly alive
by discovering the sheer beauty
the beauty of you next to me
the bliss of no worry, indeed far from it;
drop everything, so be it!
For you have found how be present
present in this very moment.
Christmastime
is a special time
different from all the other days of the year
wishing for that bit of snow
and hugging your parents tight
it’s a glimmer of hope
in these tough pandemic times.
In short, it’s a time—
a wonderful time;
It’s Christmastime!
It is a glorious night
with the pale moon bright
an evening full of thought
upon thy touch I sought
the desire of your caresses
feeds my unconscious stresses
and the sight of your eyes
the memory—oh goodbyes.
O what would I give if I knew
that I could see my lady anew.
For, my lady, patience is precious
alas the waiting—that is truly arduous.
Return from a faraway land
Her eyes shining so bright
full of hope, joy and emotion;
His smile—deep, genuine
An almost otherworldly sight.
Waiting for months on end
with a terrible disaster raging on
indeed, the end seemed out of sight
till their son did postcards send.
That was the joy of two parents—
an indescribable sea of emotions
the smile on their faces said it all
their son had come home, once and for all.
Resting my gaze upon your softness
no contact—but my eyes
feel you, caress you—
The softness of your golden sheets
flowing in the late evening breeze
yet——nothing moves.
Just the rolling drum deep inside,
its pace quickens:
a driving, rushing beat.
With every moment,
with every passing breath,
The piercing calm blue of your eyes
torments my imagination with your sighs.