Posted in Affection, Love, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, writer, writing

Finding me

Destiny, clutter and misgivings
Ensuing heart breaks and tears
Tore us apart
I departed to be never found

I went away
Searching the solitude
From love and hatred
I turned away
And somehow in that numbness
you found me

Abandoning my ambition
My empire
I searched for the humble abodes
With a quitened demeanor
You found me
Calming my insides

Countless circles and people
Brought me to reality
Love and friendships
Showered again
Watching over me patiently
And in these priceless moments
You found me

Years and years of my apathy
And ages of your foreboding
Obliterating the past
With a hopeful future
In my own bedlam of emmotions
You found me

With a boquet of yellow & red roses
You found me
When my recluse was unhindered
With a toothy smile
And a diamond ring
You found me

We were always destined to meet
To fall apart time and again
Estranged and broken we were
Chaotic in our jingling lives
And yet you found me.

And you have finally reclaimed me
Like the ocean that reclaims its lands
Wave by wave
Inch by inch
Soul by soul

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Travel musings – Kempty Falls

The quite of the mountains beckon me

To sit solemnly by the waterfalls.


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Football chronicles

The child in me

Always follows

The tip-tap of the balls

In the playground

Or on the screen.


I enjoy the ball

And kick it with gusto

With gay abandon

In the grass fields.


Subdued by my opponents 

One by one

I broke my leg

And become a fallen warrior.


And with a broken leg

My life continues

The excitement of a first surgery

The thrill of a fully healed leg.


With a recovering knee

I strive day and night

Balancing my work

And life.


And with a post injured leg

I compete for table tennis

Winning every round

Giving loves to my opponents.


The finals beckon the 

Winner in me

And my legs support 

My heart’s desire.


But too arduous 

Are the ways of destiny

When I lose the sets

One by one.


I wish I was the winner

They call me a runner up

Maybe the next time

I will show off my trophy.