March 30, 2014

Cradle to grave...



Mooning over the stars that shone...
In the basket snug as a bug;
IT wasn't frightened
of the shadow n' the noise!
Instead...It savored the sweet sad 'joys'.


As HE begun the vigilant walk...
Along the labyrinthine path of life;
He wasn't frightened
of the thorns and the rain!
Instead...He relished the pleasurable 'pain'.


--G

March 22, 2014

'Cause even colors fade to grey n' stars vanish...



I was once a majestic bird.
With the beauty so beguiling
With my voice very vivacious;
With the color of champagne
n' my feathers flying free.

The sky was my world
n' I could flee far flung...
Till the end of rainbow.
But I stayed so stuck;
I knew not why...

The beauties grow dim.
The voices tone down.
The colors achromatize.
The feathers shake up.
And here I was the 'victim'!

Ere long, I was torn apart...
In pieces. Yet at peace.
They mourned my mortality.
Only she knew...I was a feather now.
Alive! Adorning her dream catcher..!



--G