Epitome of happiness

Babysitting

My toddler this morning

I watched him

running around

Playing truant

in playful innocence

Full of laughter and joyfulness

Little does he know

the depth of his existence

my epitome of happiness

and my strength of being

He keeps playing tirelessly

I sit back and rejoice in silence

I smile at him

Who am I?

You called me

A bore

A dimwit

Immature

What names

Have you not called me?

was it out of love?

A jest of mockery

or in  a tint of anger

Never mind the names

Just tell me

Who am I actually?

Have I lost my identity?

God's own ways

I see not the moon tonight

Even the stars are keeping away

Darkness is all I can feel around

and it’s almost engulfing me

I can see my end looming near

The whispering calls of death I can hear

and the dreaded beckoning stare

to strike its hammer on my life so dear

ere the blooming roses withered 
and the rainbow faded to nothingness

ere the sun sank beyond the horizon

My odyssey of life is nearing its end

I wish not to live a hundred years

and laze in the eternal realms of earth

My wishes are not for a kingly crown

Not all the happiness can excite me

All I wish is just another usual day

another moment, another breath

but I must exit ere my time is nigh
God has his own divine ways

NB: This one is prompted by a dear one who is on his death bed waiting for his end.

upbeat

Heart melts in your beauty
Head is stuffed with poetry
Somehow, words elude me
though thoughts are copious
I vie for vent of expressions
for the glory of the nature

soul searching

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Searching

for answers

to void questions

venting

pent up feelings

obliviously coiled

Silence sans echo

digs  deeper

into nothingness

Looking beyond

Looking close

I search  

what I cannot find

that I have never lost

Life flickers

like a brief candle

A dilemma

around every corner

glare and flare

I take further on

for a new dawn

I reach the end line

Fleeting moments

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Flowers bloom and wither

Leaves fall, trees wane

Dreams die,

Rainbows vanish

even the mighty sun

shies away

beyond the  horizon

Everyday ebbs

to nothingness

Nothing holds

except impermanence

laughing in mockery

at humans running

the life’s busy race

in blindness

Callous greed and fallow dreams

Hostilities at its height

bent even to cut the  other’s  throat 
for a singular gain

Humanity galloping away

Every men and women

thoughtless outlanders

oblivious of the choices

the two roads in the woods offer

unmindful

that we reap as we sow

with every fleeting moment

life nears its end

Some day

Sooner than later

to embrace dear death

in all its icy coldness

Are we prepared?

Do we not need

to mend our ways now?

Will death be pleasant?

berserk thoughts

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My thoughts are going berserk day by day

with neither news nor a hearty call from you;

in frenzied activities while way leads onto way,

in anticipation, I am singing the blues

This rift is slowly running out my patience,

It's hard to understand this frantic life.

Lend vent of voice to this deepened silence,

It cuts this forlorn heart like a knife.

Do not let my smile turn to frowns,

Let me the last bits of my laughter save.

Do not make me a clown among the clowns,

You are all in this world I have.

Rekindle my life with a call so sweet;

This longing I have is taxing me a lot.

My love is all, I shall sacrifice for it,

Only support me to row this life’s boat.

Your inspiration now, I earnestly desire to seek,

Cheer me up to run this life’s race.

Do not let my heart go weak and meek.

Do not leave me a stranger in a strange place.

PS: I came across this poem that i had scribbled years ago  in a dusty note book

nightclubbing

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Rocking music from the corner,

Played and replayed by the DJ

of ephemeral rock and pop,
in the hall sparklingly lit,
Never stopping shadowy figures,
Robed in myriad attires to suit,
In singles, doubles and multiples,
toiling to sweat their guts out.
Intoxicated by the rollicking time,
restless limbs in ceaseless motion,
treading invariably to no destination,
Practiced pace in pitched laughter,
swinging scene in smoky air;
‘Tis much ado of the couples’ dance
and sure enough the bonkus’ chance.

In short

Flipping through the pages of time

I wandered across my twisted mind

Pondering the pangs of a broken heart

I stumbled on some wrinkled dreams

Can I iron out its crumpled creases?

Can I begin the story all over again?

How do I put my feelings to words?

The clouds are full of wrath and rain