Maple Gloom

I walk alone , the winding path
as one with no one, through the park
Snow flakes fall to father frost's call
and the glow friends dance like fallen stars

The maple leaves ride the moonlight
they share with the tree the summer joy
But never would they have the winter gloom
ironic , how natural human nature is

Beside the maple, on the park bench
she sat with both her hands clenched
The face I've seen a thousand times
for my dream is always the same

A flow of haunting jet black hair
her skin pale and ghostly despair
The eyes of gloom told of bygone bloom
Now and then beneath her eyes
a teardrop turned to ice
Her lips reminiscent of an erstwhile spring
and demeanour that of an eternal autumn

She turned to me, its amazing to see
how the eyes speak to the heart ...

Jeevan

12-12-2003

June '81

on a cold june morn in '81
another little baby boy is born
...and his mamma cries.

the young boy with the bright blue eyes
grows with a dear dream in his heart
...Oh its all so nice.

Then one fine morning he wakes up
to the blinding light of real life
...and he realized

He couldnt even find the bits to piece
together a broken dream of his
... and a tear drop shines

The blue of his eyes gave away
to the color of morbid steel gray
...he forgot how he smiled

maybe we should understand
we all need a helping hand
.. not a bouquet of thorns
that eveyone seems to carry around

he looks in the mirror to find the young boy
with the bight blue eyes and a dream in his heart
... but that will never be

It used to be him but now hes gone
I dont know where maybe with the lost dream..
...maybe he was the dream..

Maybe hes still in a dream
not his own but his mammas dream
.. and his mamma cries

Jeevan
17-4-03