Those red cuts on the calendar
That appear every year,
For I make them with a tear
Hoping for nothing but with a fear
Some say it’s a mere number
And some ,a day to remember
So do I see, a day
Crawling away so slowly as it appear may
When it comes to the 5th of every May
Wish I could turn blind, with a dawn
In rhythm with the darkness within till the dusk
Resonating with the voidness
All my emotions swinging in mildness
Feeling the flow of serenity
With the blood gushing with purity
Out of a heart lit with smiles.
With the flash of light,
I face the reality ,so tight
Wondering whether the light of the candle at the altar
Could brighten the rest of the days for me
Holding on to every bit of my wavering faith
I look out for a favouring fate
For the waves of time have
ceased me off the good old times
A kid so cleaved to his mom
A 10 plus who played with all his fun
A teenager ,freakin out to his plan
And then ,with an aim ,a boy who ran.
So blue was the sky then
So green were the fields
The songs were so cheerful
So were the birds that sang along.
And so true was that someone
Who ,once was quoted saying
“never will the world
remain enthralled by the same sun,
and sleep with the same bright moon”
Cause burried are those happy hours
In the yesterdays of the past
As I no longer see the deep blue sky
Wanting to embrace those little birds
Flying away with no better songs
With the heat of the summer in my mind
Eclipsing the spring in my heart.
Nevertheless, time still rolls on
Hours ,days and months pass by
I pull down the old one
And put up a new calendar on to my wall
Because I still have a May 5th to say to crawl..
HaRi..:)
