Writer
The piano played
a sweet soulful tune.
With the keys,
her feet tip-toed on the floor.
Bending and rising like a ballerina.
She flowed like a river was inside of her,
Gliding and sliding with the notes
The rhythm played
invitingly in the air.
Soon with the mystical melody,
she faded.
‘Twas the wretched dream again.
Reminding me of a glorious day,
A time that my memory refuses to forget.
‘Twas a balmy summery day.
I wandered the streets of Paris again.
Where the trees bloomed decorously
Casting shadows on empty lanes.
There were bustling shops selling
Tiny trinkets and many souvenirs.
Parisian buildings were everywhere.
With the prettiest-looking artistic balconies
I stopped a moment to absorb the view
Then, ended up clicking just a photo of you
– A fallen abandoned leaf by my feet.
Kidding,
Not a soul to be seen
On the deserted streets,
Lost are all hopes and dreams.
All of a sudden from nowhere,
A mockingjay sings a melody
Of Katniss Everdeen.
Light seeped in
Through a cracked window
Illuminating the room.
Paint brushes and stained cloth
Lay scattered on the
Greying dusty wooden floor.
An artist worked tirelessly
Somewhere in a corner.
Drowsy eyes
Read the same lines
Over and over.
It doesn’t matter where you are from
We all have faults of our own.
Lend a helping hand when you can
There’s no point kicking someone into a hole.
When spring comes,
Nights are shorter
Days are longer and warmer.
When spring comes,
It promises life and growth
Along with new hopes.
When spring comes,
Birds chirp, bees buzz
Trees bloom with fresh buds.
The seasons have changed
When spring comes
There’s always merriment
& freshness in the air.
Everyday I drop by at the cafe
& order my regular: Chai Latte.
Everyday I sit by the window
Just to get a glimpse of you again.
Everyday you bring to me
My cup of warmth and walk away.
Her beauty, a marvel
To the artists’ eyes.
But every night,
She cried herself to sleep
Coz her love was blind.
To paint her portrait
She studied her, carefully.
Her gaze, a wildfire.
