Saturday, January 21, 2012

Memorabilia

Memorabilia.

The sweet fragrance of love
and friendship left at each
corner of life’s turning point,
as bunches of love filled reminiscence,
at the lanes passed by,
each is as precious as the other.

Those childhood friends
at one side of the shore
and adulthood on the other,
bridged by the adolescence and
teenage of uncertain wilderness,
captured as unsung sweet memories,
assembled in the basket of nostalgia,
now tied with the ribbon of days gone by.

My eyes cannot withdraw but hold
those bouquets of tender moments.

(published in Trivalley Writers Club Anthology, January 2012)

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Cradle

CRADLE
Wings of the luminous light
Flapping,
The angelic features,
and elusive
Piercing trough the cloud’s crevices
Rushes toward the muffled sound of heart beat
With an alluring smile of a mother
Arms stretched, reaches
to swaddle
and cuddle like that of
the new born baby
to be placed
On the soft cradle of a life
Forthcoming.
Let the unknown future wait
But for now longing only for
The hands tenderly rocking the
“The eternal cradle of peace and love.”
Of the New Year