22 April 2015

Silent Tides

And when I dreamed, it was of you. If only, oh, if only you knew. 

Water colours, flowers bloom,
April sunshine fills the room,
Soft and sweet, the music swells,
Into the heart it nestles, dwells. 

Remember cobbled stones and sunflower fields? Maybe, just maybe, we were never meant to be. 

Scorching sunshine, colours thrive,
Burnt earth and laughter, sun dried pine,
The music plays on, loud and clear,
Rhythm steady, the message dear. 

I remember bloodied and skinned knees on gravel. At the time I hadn’t a clue how this story would unravel. 

Dark clouds gather, the wind it cries,
Lightning flashes, lights up the skies,
Thunder storms and rain galore,
Time to remember; time for lore. 

The stench of burnt rubber and eyes filled with horror. My memory or yours? To whom belongs the greater sorrow? 

Autumn breeze, winter hues,
Slipping, sliding, fighting the blues,
Midnight blue starry skies,
Silence lingers in the mind’s eye. 

Now that you know, time stands still. In my heart I wish it didn’t. 

Water colours, flowers bloom,
Music whispers, fills the room,
April sunshine warms the heart,
A silent teardrop, brand new start.

3 comments:

Saira said...

Really nice Kabu...:)

Viswanath said...

good one ... are your inspirations back

Mystique said...

Thanks S.chechi.:-)

Vish - In bits and spurts!:-\ And thank ye kindly.