A String of Memories

A string of memories,
Adorns the song of my past;
Whenever struck,
A special one surfaces up.


The happy ones,
Remind me of the times;
I laughed and danced,
And swung in your arms.

Walking down that lane,
Which was once a frolicsome terrain;
Now makes me nostalgic,
Of those good old golden days.
Brings tears in my eyes;
Tears of joy, for I lived those moments;
Or of the pain, for its over and bygone,
No longer there, to hold on.


The sad ones,
Remind me of the times;
I struggled in troubled waters,
Without a savior to obviate.

Walking down that lane,
Which was once dark and grim;
Now leaves me bewildered,
With reminiscences of grey.
Should I be sad for those harrowed days;
Or be happy to,
Emerge stronger since they came,
And now, are left behind in the lane.


Treasured is this musical memoir,
Every note plays a unique memory;
Happy or sad,
Those are all mine;
The ones I have lived,
Through the passage of time.

Waiting for Sunshine

Source of energy
That drives us all
Gives us light
And makes our lives bright.
And we all
Bow down
To this majestic source.

However,
It does not shine
Upon all
At the same time.
Some are lucky enough
To enjoy the
Pure and Inspiring dawn
Earlier
Than others;
Who rejoice at the
Thought of their friends
Basking in the sunshine
And look at the clouds looming ahead
Waiting for them to dispel.

And here I stand
With my eyes fixed
At the sky
To see the rainbow
As the sun comes out
To clear off the rains and clouds.