DAYS, MINUTES, MOMENTS!

Day2 of NaPoWriMo: April 2nd 2015

Days, minutes, moments
eat away my matured insides,
mind, body and soul
and yet, I wonder
what is it that sustains me
despite the torment of daily living,
despite the decaying of daily dying.

I look around.
I am frantically forced into the mire of drudgery
in the name of living life to the fullest.
I look above.
And there, amidst the dark blue skies
I find what seduces me into oblivion.
Stars, beautiful beyond compare!

So, is it mysterious darkness
that appeals to my innate self?
Why did that little child
staring peacefully at the brightened skies
get lost amidst the heavy lights
of a morrow that did not come?
my buried soul raises it's head and asks me.

When wilt thou come?

A child

at heart,

she still has those

wide eyed fears -

of pursuing predators,

of luring strangers,

of thundering lightening

breaking the silence

of a childlike mind.

Talk of darkness

still brings back

wounded memories

of love gone astray,

of joy expected

unsatiated,

lost to the storm

of society,

its selfish sadist existence.

She still awaits

the promise

of no darkness

and no wide eyed fears.

When wilt thou come?

Carry on Tuesday: No more talk of darkness.... from The Phantom of the Opera

Monday's Child: 31

Light At The End of the Tunnel

Somehow, as she left

she paved the way

to pursue what she gave up for me.

Her death, an unbearable loss,

a black hole,

a dark night

from which I can never come out

or so, I thought

yet, she showed me light at the end of the tunnel,

a brighter day,

a path I never knew existed

and, here I am facing a wave

of learning children

who are to be my medicine for pain,

as they distract me, from my grief

with their innocent faces, smiles and actions.

I can see her smile now,

happy to experience her daughter's joy.

Thank you Ma!

Carry on Tuesday: Tupac Shakur's For every dark night there's a brighter day