Little yellow angels floated around The violin played in the background White lilies adorned the decor The harsh cold mist outside, The blazing warm fire inside, All so perfect'o. And that was when he said - Mistletoe.
The laughter in your voice, I can hear no more. The beauty in your eyes, I can see no more. The purity in your thoughts, I can sense no more. The love in your touch, I can feel no more. The clarity is blurring. I think, I've finally grown up.
The National Geographic Feature Story(March 2007) on Elephants at the Zakouma National Park in Africa made me cry. These gentle creatures are ruthlessly poached for their tusks! As soon as the elephants cross the sanctuary of the park, Arab nomads and poachers hunt them down - they shoot nearly 8 bullets and then when the elephant finally succumbs, they chop off the head and scurry lest the authorities catch them. One incident described in the feature also said that the lake in the Sanctuary had been poisoned which caused the death of a few elephants and several thousand other animals which grace the park from Jan-May before the rains begin...
This feature story inspired me to write this - from the point of view of a scene described in the feature. A 40 year old female guides the younger ones to the lake to quench their thirst on a dry May evening. Following her is the entire herd and the author (Mike Fay) had the amazing opportunity of witnessing the socializing (which is often characteristic of these animals - or rather was...) of nearly 150 elephants along the river bank edge for a full 4 minutes, before they retreated into the 'safety' of the jungles - in fear of being too exposed to the most ruthless animal - MAN..
SAY NO TO IVORY!
I approached the water cautiously The younger ones in front of me Were demonstrating their displeasure At having to wait by the river's edge But it wasn't worth being foolhardy And regreting later.
I scanned the area around With the keen eyes that I'm proud of First I looked for signs of the others Who usually like to come in large groups With their feriocious roars And sharp, stinging teeth They corner us - Its usually one of the little, adventurous ones And then...
Anyways, No sign equals a good sign - for me A tiny groan of satisfaction nearly escapes me The little ones are still impatiently watching They grow even more restless by the second But I still say Its not worth being foolhardy And regretting later.
The others are here They are quenching their thirsts as well It is getting unbearably hot If the others are here.. Surely that means..
Those ANIMALS aren't here! With their weird trees Which they somehow hold awkwardly Between their front limbs While they balance themselves on the other two They produce those dreaded sounds Which usually signals the onset Of Death.
They've taken too many of us already I'm beginning to even like our hairy, golden friends! Them seem like angels in comparison...
But I cannot see them today So I signal to the little ones And dash to the water They know its nearly the end of my routine So they are excited
I walk over to the water edge And take a deep long drink The younger ones look at me expentantly And after a few minutes I nod my head at them
It tastes like water Not like the other day When I lost my mother When the water didn't seem like water I'd wanted to stay there by her side She was screaming in pain But nanny took me away then And I'd hardly begun running When I heard a shot pierce the air And I heard the last sound of my dear mother
But at least today the little ones can drink And play and roll about the sands And know the pleasures That were somehow stolen away from us Maybe it was just me When I was born it was all fine Now, I'm hardly 40 But it seems like I'm in a different world I don't want to be.
Bouncing off her streaming, long, dark tresses, Impressing into my eyes, the peacefully sleeping image, Of my beautiful wife.
This day, a year ago, She glided into my life. I can never forget the day I first saw her Because that was when I was struck – By Cupid’s Arrow
I remember it as if it were yesterday – She walked into the coffee shop A white kurta with beautiful blue embroidery Fitting jeans giving her those long legs Her flowing hair, tied carelessly into a loose plait Dangling behind her Tiny blue drops hanging off her ears And a cute, tiny platinum ring Sitting proudly atop her left ear Rimless glasses hardly balancing themselves On her very flat nose - On her face – her eager, smiling eyes Her good natured wide smile revealing Refreshingly half-white teeth Her slightly chubby cheeks That coloured slightly As her eyes sought and caught Those of the man her parents Had said she would share her life with - If she said, Yes…
Mine. I fervently found myself praying. Mine.
And today, I realized A year had flown by since then… And even as she was soundly sleeping,
I found myself looking at her image That moved to the white drapes And drew them apart Her hands outstretched, Breathing in the fresh morning air And enjoying the view of a clump of trees amid the tall buildings
Her hands lovingly running through my hair Reminding me that it was time to get up
Her hair tied into a knot that rested on her neck As she swayed slightly to the song emanating from The tiny studs embedded into her ears
The smell of tea leaves and boiling milk Finally rousing me enough to brush madly Lest I miss my morning kiss
Even as I wrestled to cut up Those beans into tiny, perfect cubes I couldn’t stop looking at her In her tracks and tee Fervently turning the newspaper
And her occasional glances That never failed to flood me with the same longing… To see if I was done yet And it was her turn…
She shifted ever so slightly Graceful even in deep sleep, I thought And I was shaken out of my reverie She would be up soon …
She lifted her hands up to her face Her knuckles trying to rouse her
And as she opened her eyes Blinking away the suddenly dazzling light, Her eyes caught mine She smiled and held my hand to her soft face Snuggling in the comfort
And then she suddenly looked up Her eyes wild with surprise and anticipation As she awoke to the fact That today was the day.
She sat up and gazed into my eyes And I sat there, doing the same Quite unable to do anything else… And then when she made to envelope me In an endearing hug, I raised my hand Between us
She threw me a look of shock and surprise As my fingers glazed over her brows I brought out a brightly wrapped package And after extracting her promise, Removed my other hand from her eyes and brought out The rose that I’d kept beneath our bed
She opened her eyes And I gave her the rose Suddenly she was really shy To look up into my eyes And my heart began thudding against my ribcage
Lest they succeed in breaking open, I took her hand and placed in them the package She now raised her suddenly huge eyes at me And with a grin, started to rip open the package
She opened it.
And even before I caught the 12 colours reflecting from my package in her eyes, A tear splattered onto my hand
I looked up to see her Astonished that she was crying But she took my hand And I guided each of those 12 rings Over her soft hands
And as they tinkled she looked up and said ‘I love you’ The first time she’s ever said that ‘Done in by a dozen of bangles?’ I asked rather surprised,
But nevertheless giving her an *all-knowing* smile
She smiled coyly and put her arms around my neck ‘I haven’t brushed yet…’ But I wasn’t listening anymore…
I'm so excited to tell ya'll that this poem is selected for publication in a book titled - “Romance Vol. 1” - published by renaissance.sg :-)
Is it because you know that there are friends out there who actually read what you scribble and care to comment? Or is it because youwant to hold onto some small little memories forever - so that you can share with your someone special your youth? Or is it just because you want to bear your heart out? Or is it the excitement of connecting to a person you've never met but you know? Or is it a platform for you to express yourself on topics you'd never have thought about otherwise? Or is it because of the hope, that way into the future people will quote your blog ?! Or is it just because you want to give that really cute guy sitting diagonally across some more time to pluck up his courage? Or is it just because of want of something else better to do?
I remember, how your surprises Posted a huge smile on my lips For days. I remember, how your tears Loosened the heavy burden on My heart. I remember, how your caress Made my lonliness fly away Somewhere far I remember, how your smile Inspired me to reach up to The skies. I remember, how your eyes Made me feel like the most special person On Earth. I understand now that you Were the most beautiful person I've ever met. I only wish That I'd realized this Earlier.