The Promise

I will call you in the twilight of the storm,

You will find me in the seeds of tomorrow.

In revolutions stillborn, in fields yet reaped

In the sun at the end of the mist, and rain drops yet to scatter.

In the holes of our souls, in teary eyes

Through the trickling lights, in visions to be realized.

In hope behind wars, in smiles waiting to burst forth

I will stand tall, sway not in the face of the squall.

For what looks up can only be put down, never brought down

And that which doesn’t yield, will never be destroyed

For what belongs to the future, is invincible to the present.

(Terribly late for another post but this is probably fitting in continuation with the last one.)

Promise of Memories

Like footprints on the sand,
Washing away with the waves.

Like the arch of the rainbow,

Melting with the clouds.

Like the dewdrops of night,

Vanishing with the first light.

Like the leaves of fall,

Departing with the snow.

Like the resting butterfly,

Hustling away at the footsteps.

Like the grass kissed golden,

Falling flat with midday sun.

Like the shooting star,

Freezing at the Earth.

Is not the end as I construe,

But the promise of more to come.

For the eyes twitch and the face contracts,

Before the lips burst forth with smile.

For the pain of childbirth,

Makes the mother an artist.

And in the memories of today,

We hold the seeds for tomorrow.

A poem for the beautiful woman in this photograph and to look back into our wonderful time after marriage on the Kavvayi island in Kerala.

Hemispheres, in Love

When you scorched your kingdom,

I sowed my fields with snow.

And while you draped in the hues of fall,

The summer tempest was yet to beckon me.

When winter came, you were ahead

In the pride of spring.

I chased you in vain,

Through all seasons.

You always escaped,

As the light, while I lingered in the dark.

In the gloomy sunsets,

As you burst forth with hope of dawn.

You are timeless,

And I can go on for infinity.

But one day the sun shall not glow,

And the sea will swell,

The Equator will cease to exist.

Then we shall meet at the Poles.

Ours will be a frigid affair,

On the face of one Earth.

And we shall move mountains

And exude fire and create waves

And gush with the waterfalls

To shape the future lands.

As we move from one twinkling star to another
Together we shall bring life, again.