Tuesday, February 11, 2014

THE LOSING GAME

Standing by  the window,
Watching the waves recede deep into the night,
I watch a friend smile through her pain,
As she keeps on losing at every game.
I look on helplessly,
Not knowing what to say,
Words are so useless,
They sometimes are a bane.
My own tears are hidden,
It is agony,  fear, and pain,
I look on and listen,
Trying to sound so calm,
She  played fair all the time
And yet keeps losing every dime

Life's Cocoon

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
Nobody is indispensable, so she says,
Yet everyone has  a specific space,
Remember your space is for now and forever,
Not one remained, Alexander, Socrates or the Buddha,
No one can remain alive forever,
It is only in the memory of those we touch in our life,
It is only that empty space that once was our fife,
The joy, the laughter,
The planning and the plotting,
The sincerity, the love,
The advice and the teaching,
That over empowering, selfless defense,
The little hen gathering her flock with vigilance!
LIFE WITHERS AWAY
No one is indispensable, truly said,
Yet people look for that touch, and the way you led, 
That reassurance that life goes on,
Come what may,
Everyone who is born dies one day,
They are missed, leave a void, they are not at all dispensable,
They live on in the hearts of those,
Who were touched by them and shepherded,
Into a cocoon of love, life and laughter well blended.

MEMORIES IN BLUE!