Under the Tree
Under the tree we met
The tree with red flowers.
New souls in the summer
We were the newcomers.
No worries in our hearts yet,
Smiles on our face cast.
Under the tree we chatted
The tree with leaves greener.
Friendly in the rainy weather
We were each other’s helper.
Goals in our mind set,
We’ll do our very best.
Under the tree we sat
The tree with branches barer.
Good friends in the winter,
End of term drew nearer.
The snowy scene was blessed
Our empty hearts cracked.
Blissful Me
My life is not full of celebration
Nor is it a beautiful creation.
My life is not full of laughter
While it is filled with bitter tears.
My life is not full of joy
Nor does there exist something divine.
Yet I find it so blissful
To sometimes stay near you.
So, I decided I would keep
This very memory to my heartbeat.
The Silent Goodbye
Pearls of tears from her eyes
Falls on to the emerald body.
Deep inside her broken heart,
There are waves of misery.
Unwanted memories lie
Clearly on her mind.
Sees him twist in agony
Nothing is within her reach.
Trying to sooth the bird,
She could feel the heat.
His sufferings must be plenty,
The eyes were telling.
Desperately he fluttered the wings
Touching her heart with unknown pain.
Looking fondly up at her,
He tried to call her name.
But, while to her body clinging,
His “Goodbye” was said silently.
The New Plant
Long ago I sowed a seed
In the ground very deep.
Hoping a lot that one day,
The plant would make me gay.
Giving me flowers and fruit,
The plant in my thought was cute.
But sometime later I learnt,
The plant had no charm.
Bearing not leaves but thorns
The plant made my hands torn.
And yet I wondered every day
Hoping it would change some day.
With no flowers, let alone fruit
The plant put me in a bad mood.
I saw a bug recently,
Sitting on the plant happily.
It was then I decided
Digging out the plant was best.
Now, there’s a hole in the soil
Where the plant used to lie.
I’ve decided to keep it blank
Till I receive a flowery plant
There the new plant will stay
Till my very last day.
The Noisy Silence
I sit alone at the table,
The table under the tree.
I look around everywhere
Find no one near me.
Around me all seems quiet
As if nothing was alive.
When I listen my best
Some noise seems to arise.
I hear the squirrels chatting
On the branches above me.
And hear the birds singing
A sad song for me.
The wind walks through the leaves
Making a rustling sound.
The dog near me keeps
Dancing without a sound.
Now I hear everything
The sound of noisy silence.
And my heart starts singing
Our Clients
A song of remembrance.