When Happy Memories sting.....

With hands held and love shared,

Many places traveled far and wide....

Memories made with kisses and walks,

It seemed the time was with their stride.....

Does time care about one’s pace?

The question always haunted me in the past

Did it care about the memories made?

I guess, it did not.

Good times make good memories

Giving one so much to fall back on....

The same good memories become stingers of pain

As soon as the dark clouds loom large with the Sun now gone....

Happy memories are now stingers

Leaving no place to hide

The good times are dead ringers

That challenge you now to surf past the tide!

“What brings us together is what pulls us apart” – Grief, thou hurt.

Grief is a burning flame

It numbs your mind and scars your soul

When it swings its blade of misery

It chases you like a nasty ghoul

And then, somewhere down the road

You meet a tall white wall

That holds the weight of resistance

Which you try to climb but, receive a tumbling fall!

The thud gives you the moment of truth

The one that you needed but did not want

That it was time to turn back and fight the grief

And finish its agenda of haunts and taunts!

So you turn, with your back pressed against the wall

And, take a deep breath as you stare deep into the eyes of Grief

While it continues to taunt your climbs and falls

You look down at your crusty feet and bruised knees....

With nowhere to go, you close your eyes...

And slowly, the wicked laughter fades away like a withered flower

You realize your anger as it rises from the ashes....

As to do or die becomes your weapon of power...

Epiphany of a moment it is,

When you startle grief’s verve with your healing scars! 

And then, you take the first leap over it like a feisty fawn

Because, the journey is not yet over and, the destination is yet so far!

Blow of the void

Love is the elixir of life

So says the Lord

When souls come down on Earth

They meet in the name of God

When they come together in body and soul,

Destiny plays love, passion and togetherness in its fiddle

While the dice of life plays music to the ears

As long as the puppeteer wishes to keep some notes hidden

Life is perfect, yes it is....

As long as long as the roads are wide and straight

And then, come the deafening cliffs that spurt from nowhere

While the game of destiny begins to unravel its traits.....

The void arrives like the sword of death...

With its jagged edge cutting deep into the soul

The jolt is so sudden and fierce....

While the blow continues to rip away not a part but a whole

Unpredictable I am, so says the life

I dabble in dark stormy nights and bright sunshine days

With eccentric and complex forms that I take, I have no warnings to give

Because, I am designed to play my pawns in His mysterious ways.....

Amen.