The moon follows me

 

Walking in the dark, 

back from the church fair

The mood I was in was swell,

candy floss still stuck to my hair

I held my father's hand while walking

and behind us I'd seen..

the rest of the family 

lazily moving forward, 

not one of them too keen

We had to go home 

and settle in for the night, 

the fun had finished 

though the full moon still shone bright.

I noticed it as soon as 

I left the church grounds, 

the moon seemed to shine 

sharper in the retreating of the insane crowds

A turn here, a left there

when I looked up 

it was still there...

after what seemed to me a small kilometre or two,

I just couldn't figure out why it seemed stuck 

in the same spot like glue

A tiny me was spooked now indeed,

this moon was following us,

I couldn't figure out its purpose or need

Unable to contain my fear,

I held my father's hand ever so near

So dazzled was I with my assumption,

this moon consumed my thoughts without discretion

I sniffled and tried to look up to my father's face

avoiding the white culprit just above in outer space

Oh, then I realised in my fear 

I had held someone else's hand. 

Dear oh Dear!

Looking around quickly, 

retreating away from this person 

With my gaze scrutinising the scene

When I saw my father's smiling face appearing...I was again serene

Listening to me blabber,

Questions to him flew 

 “ It’s ok, it’s ok”, I heard 

 Sighs and silence ensued 

He held me in a long embrace,

the moon didn't want me as its slave, 

said my father

It follows us not, it's just right in its place

The friendships of our Lives

When we're one, 
all we do means loads to us,
and loads to you

We twiddle our thumbs and roll 

and giggle,

and our laughter makes everyone 

think that we are highly huggable

When we're five, 

We fight and cry, 

if someone takes our favourite thing,  

No one really is not our friend

Albeit maybe a baby younger than us, 

Who manages to get what we defend

When we're ten,

Our friendships stick, 

We play together with our footballs 

or a stolen lipstick

When we're twenty we blossom out,

We make so many friends at once, 

Few start already to fade away and 

a handful stand out

Then onwards, the road is tricky,

Are we really authentic or are we really picky?

It seems like such a general rule, 

friends we make now may not be deep 

they could be cool

They could be deeper than anything we've known

But never touch our 'real' core or soul

The only test is time from now, 

We meet several along the road

who think like us ..

What is our idea of friendship?

What and who can we trust?

Some day it slowly dawns on us, 

The friendships we seek are us approving us

We then start the journey within,

Soothing our hurts and arranging our crowns

The outside and the inside heals slowly,

When in our own inner flame we invest our smiles 

and keep away our frowns...

For you Daddy

Barcelona, Spain

 You were our anchor,

You were our rock

The years together formed,

That feelings never get lost 

Feelings of love 

That we feel for you..

They stay in the Universe,

Way after you

Feelings remain locked in our

Deepest insides.

A heart of love,

A gut of fire,

The imaginary world where you are beckoned when I desire.

My Daddy you were and will always be,

The greatest example of how a person can be free,

You dedicated your life to doing something good,

You are still a symbol of sincere brotherhood 

You did so much to take so few,

You did out of duty,

Not because you wanted the glory 

To you which you thought was due…

You are and were my biggest

Star,

You are so near 

Even if you’re far

Today is my Dad’s 🎁 birthday…even though he passed 19 years back, I remember him a lot. 

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https://lekhawrites.blogspot.com/2012/07/my-first-hero.html

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Complaining seems like everyone's constant companion

Somewhere in France, 
pic courtesy B.Libert

 A complain is airing out plainly in view, 
that you don't like what's happening or what's coming to you.

You still hope to edit or tweak the idea,
that doesn't sit your way.
Break someone else's will and conquer,
Just a figure of speech I say.

Breath in, breath out,
there's so much to say.
Our wounds need healing, 
we can't wish them away.

I work on my healing, 
My mind learns not to yell,
I'm hoping all this will take me 
To a time I feel really very well.

Hurray, we reach a time when my mind is now at peace,
But what do I hear now,
someone's complaining about me!

The Universe at its play - Change

Picture courtesy B. Libert

 A second chance has come our way,
We want to now savour it well, we say,
These don't come to us a plenty,
Not after the teen years and the decade of twenty.

Gibberish, says the Universe back down to us,
It pushes over several changes that we have to now rush,
that strip us and hurt us down to our core,
And here you were thinking, your life is a bore.

Take this, take that,
the Universe laughs in its play.
You thought you would sleep easy,
See what's coming your way.

You need to reinvent and accept what comes,
or else be hurting because your vision is blunt.
Rigidity and change make for such a bad marriage,
Each walking towards the two ends of the carriage.Then with all this strife, a second chance, this is, you say?
Where is the joy, when I feel such utter dismay?The Universe says calmly,
Don't be a fool
Look at the route you're taking,
You're breaking every rule.Your roads are now clear of patterns to follow,
Your life is becoming more deep than hollow
Just look at what you have already achieved,

Remember that in you, my friend, I always believe.

A poem for a beautiful day

Be happy my friend,
My heart tells me to sing,
Be happy and joyful
As our learning begins,

Today is a new day
Which has been added to your  kitty 
Today in itself is bigger than eternity

When each second counts 
And each minute spins 
With a mind that engages 
To every person and thing 

The day will be so much 
While being so less 
Time will slip by 
But your reality will progress 

Be aware of all that you have 
And all that you think
You are the maker of 
Your little sweet nothings 

Hold what you love
And be held in their embrace 
And while you do that 
Smile, as your presence  in the world 
Is God’s shining Grace 


Written on 18/04/2020

Burning Light of Glee

This burning light of glee,

Is entrenched so deep

Within me

It seems to keep strong,

Every moment as I move

Dancing along

People must Wonder, 

What is it I see

People must question,

On its mystery

So happy I stay,

Counting my blessings each day

So childlike I seem,

With my silly smile

And it’s beam

Everyone wants the burning light in me

Everyone wants my very own brand of Happiness Ghee

May you be me, 

And mine be yours

May your minutes go by, 

Lived fully like hours

May you be so aware of

The breath you take 

May you be happy to be alive 

So as to make a mistake 

May you realise your luck

Which is better than his

The one who lives life for

Tomorrow’s bliss

Blessed to Bliss

Bruxelles, Belgium

When the Light comes to you
of its own accord,
When the Note seems to play
Without striking a cord,
When your eyes cant stop twinkling
And your feet are swinging


You know your life has leapt a 1000 yards


When your happiness is only
 yours to see,
But it seeps out of you
 in all its glory,
When you're feeling blessed
without a presence around,
When you live life's prayers
And cant hear a sound


When you feel that life
has given you so much,
When you're surrounded
by love and your lover's touch
When nothing can make
your smile turn down,
When nothing is as important
as your Joyous Crown


Then you bask
in the sunshine of Plenty,
Then you feel as young as 20,
Then you know that today
brings with it hopes and dreams,


That your life lies ahead,
Its your Kingdom, your Realm

Listen to the voiceover of this poem on 

https://www.instagram.com/p/DNq8LlL3KXm/