Tag: seasons

Rose tinted memories

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Rose tinted memories,

your footsteps everywhere.

Each pathway I walked

with a phantom escort.

I tried to shake you off

but you steadily followed me.

In my disguise, I tried to hide,

yet still, you discovered me.

Now I see you everywhere;

converging the seasons

of a love which has sprouted,

slowly simmered, then burned

into memories’ rose-tinted love.

I’m thinking of you

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Thrown from your routine–

Where each sunrise brings purpose,

Suddenly alone

I think of you

As bags are packed–

Traffic exodus of crowds,

Silence now too loud

I think of you

Incarcerated–

Behind tears of loneliness,

Festive observer

I think of you

Who for the first time–

Must sleep on that double bed,

You always shared

I think of you

Hoping and praying–

That you will dress in seasons,

Where time comes to pass

I think of you

See your smiling face–

As you slowly realize,

I’m thinking of you

He is always thinking of you too.

Unseasonal rain

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Unseasonal–

is the soft drizzle, that mists up

my window pane – enveloping

and comforting –as a mother

to her newborn child.

Unseasonal–

when roles are reversed–

wanting, to take foetal position

for yourself – to be cuddled and nursed,

still oblivious to the world of heartache.

Unseasonal–

when Autumn leaves loiter about,

wanting, retrieval of the buds of Spring,

retracing the steps of your youth,

wandering– what you would do differently.

Unseasonal–

though it may seem– rain will come

as it chooses, soft drizzle or pelting hard!

Is it in your stars, the choice or the measure–

or do you just choose to dance in the rain…

wherever and whenever it comes â€¦

Moving too fast

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I thought I had you in the palm of my hand

Captivated by my scintillating charm

Wrapped tightly on the wrist of my arm

Until I woke up to the sound of the alarm

Where did you go when I was asleep?

Lately you have taken to the tracks

Racing wildly like hunting wolves in packs

Slipping through the fissures and the cracks

Moving in the shadows, conspiring with the sun

Contracting my nights, stretching through my days

Fooling me, blinding my sight in contrived ways

Confusing my colors with luminescent greys

Was it just a dream or did I see you fleetingly?

So suddenly, you conjure your magic tricks on me

I feel your temperature drop by a fractional degree

A subtle change, the first leaf falls from the tree.

Mistakenly, I thought I had you enraptured

Instead I am the victim that time has captured.

It was too late

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

A heaviness constricted his heart as he pushed and shoved against

swirls of people. Anonymous faces, vacant and blank stares left him

feeling the emptiness of crowds that followed blindly. He searched

desperately for that familiar face.

She was on the train

 wistfully gazing at him,

 wrenching a deep groan.

I knew you when…

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I knew you when life was innocent

Like a babe in powder puff blankets

When your eyes still held a sparkle

Like the taste of foreign cuisine

Still distinct and experimentally spicy

When flavors were still imagined

I knew you when we were both lost

Entangled in the undergrowth of youth,

Of woven stems and mysterious brush

When we were free to define a new path

Climb the tallest trees seeking adventure

And envision new horizons’ allure

I knew you when you basked in my glory

When I searched the crowd for your face

Because my crown was ours to share

For all the good loving you vested in me

But best of all, it was that mischievous

Smile, dancing on the edge of your laughter

I knew you when we needed each other

To make our two worlds complete

When the universe was our hidden oyster

A brilliant white pearl, only our love’s secret

When the sound of your voice cocooned me

Then set me free to fly to the furthest skies

I knew you when you loved me deeply

Without mountains challenging us steeply

Time has gone by, seasons have changed

And I realize that I need to know you all over again

Spring has its glory and Autumn its own story to tell