The futile raindrops are pouring again
Not now never not again
Freezing the marrows of my bones
What a blaring idiot feels such pain.
Tend your child he grows in leaps and bounds
The rainbows hues of his vision changing tracks
Ebbing and
Flowing into another day
You will miss
The entire spectrum of his life
If you sit and nurse this dull throbbing ...then
Rise and pretend no more
That your mortal life is of no
Value
It matters more than
If you were an immortal elf
and
Should rain clouds congeal
Should sorrow come showering down
Float dreams upon puddles of distress
Sail paper boats of nonchalance.
This sighing mind is a dreary ghost
Vacationing out on the dark edge of town
Always seeking new sensations
Always ready to wear the thistle crown
Wearying of life, No matter that it matters
The mind masterminds its sweet distress
Abrading the joyous heart
Ousting happiness from its rightful place.
I'm going to just ignore this rain
This elegant showcase of trivial pain
Stifling my demons of unending stress
Take my self lightly and pray for grace
Then light a lantern in my soul
Breathe deep the incense of
Simply Being
The heady fragrance
Of simply seeing
Seeking setting free the
Sorrow.
No one, not even I
Can fully belong to me
At the very end
We meet to merge
all our tomorrows.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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