Falling

Bright smiles and introductions were on a roll,

a new town, new friends, new adventure.

There she stood, her smile welcoming.

Something about her stayed with him.

"my hometown is a piece of heaven", said she.

He was in awe of her passion,

Her eyes glistened with spark, it captured him.

Curly her hair, had him entwined

Every day was a delight for him, to see her,

school did not seem too tiresome.

A mole under her right eye traced, 

when she turned her head to ask for pen.

Summers turned to fall, fall turned to winter,

water breaks turned to coffee breaks.

As they both sat in the precipice of the green patch,

basking in the few moments of the sun in cold weather

He stood up, knowing that he could fall 

at any moment, he stood there shading her with his shadow,

His inclinations were steep, the time was running out,

In the cliff of a moment, he said, 

"I think I am falling..." 

Dearest

Nothing matters besides the love you give,
I will sail in the sun and the tumultuous water,
your rage, you burn, the hurt you give,
as long as you call me your dearest.

I shall make excuses for you,
your favorites shall be mine too,
hold my hand, I said, let's see the world,
Won't you let me inside your heart?

In 40 years of us, I have been your companion, 
like the shadow behind you, while you shine in the light.
but you my dearest have forgotten of me,
you facing the light, me a shadow

So I write to you again, as I hold your hand,
plead to you in the name of our many children,
re-hear your story, console you on your misfortune.
I have been your giving well, your only well-wisher.

But I am wary my dearest, my heart is hurt, my bones are frail,
I will still try to walk with you even when you run, 
For I am your shadow, I know nothing else, 
just wait for me, a little more,
we may have 20 more years, give or take, my dearest.

In an hourglass

I live at the lower end of the hourglass

The weight of the bearing sand traps me.

To hold on to anything that matters,

I feel the sand slip through my hands, the harder I hold.

Days turn to months, and months turn to years.

A look through the looking glass,

all I see is the predicament,

inching for wind, drowned, suffocating in the sand.

And the next thing you know, it's the switching of the hour,

I am on the other side, barely breathing from the lifted weight, with no end to the falling sand.

They say, let the time pass, it will heal everything.

My piercing thoughts say, "So it has begun again. Is there a world beyond this hell?"