As the autumn rain lashes down, beating the windows to a pulp,
The sky a misty navy grey filled with the week’s memories
Of ochre and crimson maple leaves
Of childhood memories and the sweetest dreams
Linked hands with my beloved
We march, hand in hand, towards our future
For it is you who makes these grey days go flashing by.
I count my blessings and thank all my gods
This opportune fortune is quite something
My veins filled with love and family
A new family, a new life sketching itself
Bathed in summer’s glorious days of sunshine and joy
Love is so thick in the hot summer air
Throwing back feelings of worry and tumult
Overpowering all ills
I count my fortune and my blessings
And think of not endings but beginnings
A life charts itself forward in front of me
Into it I will gladly dive, darling, see?
Going back into nature is like returning to an old friend
You can talk for hours and sit in silence
Bask in the silent understanding
While both your hearts mend.
I told you I’d be back—and this is even before next week!
There’s something quietly satisfying
where everything fits together
a burden cleared right off your shoulder
right off your heart,
setting it free—happy, joyous and all
when you meet a kindred spirit
talking for hours without a conversation fall
could this really be, is this really it?
What’s more is that’s she’s absolutely stunning
stunningly intelligent, her green eyes shine
can’t wait till we’re even more in sync, moving
together to even more Springsteen rhyme.
I thought I’d share this joy with you
for future reference and reflection
and after all these days if internal turmoil, true
it means it is real and not only my imagination.
Looking forward to laughing with you
on many more occasions too.
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!
In a new strange land
with new strange people
wagging strange tongues;
none of it was planned.
But over time, only a few weeks
they are not so strange, they’re closer
warm-hearted, loving and witty
they’re what every lost person seeks.
Each beautiful in their own way
squares in a round world
inspiring me to do more—to write here
there’s only two words I can say.
New arrival
both young and old
out of my depth but excited,
ecstatic
all the time.
People,
lots of them
mindblowing, inspiring, advanced
achievements
full of life.
Beautiful people
especially the ladies
eyes shining,
a generous smile
and flowing hair.
All these people
are new stars
new shining lights
in my life;
those of my parents
shift to the background
guiding me.
New arrival
new experiences
lots to learn
open mind
and open soul—
feeling young and old
out of my depth
but joyful all the time.
Life’s many facets
discussed and examined
not to mention religious tenets
who were rightfully refuted.
All this while the summer breeze
refreshes these moving thoughts
reminds me to freeze
and enjoy these resplendent sights.
Left, right and centre
and of the faraway stars
and of our collective future
as students who do not frequent bars.
For it is this thought-provokingness
which gives me utmost joy;
these conversations ridden with thoughfullness;
no, it was not a ploy.
Rather, quite a wonderful time
of refuge from life’s sour moments
a solace paradigm.
It is of a seductive simplicity
this sentiment that spends eternity
slyly hiding in the shadows
till the song of sparrows beckons.
A full orchestra and symphony
no, nothing to do with money
in tandem with reggae and metal
life finally reveals its petals.
Be-bop-a-doodle-ing down the street
greeting all you meet
with that gorgeous full-toothed smile
your joyous promenade can continue for many a mile.
As the saxophones and tubas reach their overtures
you think of organising local tours
for this stunning land you live in
so gobsmackingly beautiful, blimmin’!
For once, the sun glimmers in all its might
the awesome local landscape, a sight
everyone ought to behold
to see things in this way of old.
With us from our very cradles
from places of which sing angels
of glorious, golden, honey-like dreams,
that life’s gloominess redeems.
But this celestial drink will not last
as all things, it shall too come to pass.
That is, however, not to fear
for many moments like these are near
all one needs to do
is breathe in anew
and feel the heavenly bliss:
the feeling of true happiness.