"Echos in Brail"

Hand in Hand
With the seasons and weather
A melody new
A melody forever
Stumbling for sure
But forced to move along
I pick myself up
And the tune goes on..

At least I'm singing
Singing my own song
Though sometimes, it does go wrong.

I see the sunrise
Flooding the night
With a bit of arrogance
Orange and bright
A tale it tells
Calls itself a Dream
I caress it with love
And with pride I beam..

At least I'm dreaming
Dreaming a dream wild
Though sometimes, it does misguide.

Hop and skip
A jump in my stride
In the rear-view mirror
I see a reflection by my side
I chanced upon a miracle
Hiding in a nook
Terrified as I may be
It has me on a hook..

At least I'm looking
Looking far and near
Though sometimes, it does become unclear.

Careful as I can be
Measuring day by day
In all the exhiliration
I still lose my way
Spontaneity, jest and revelry
Together, they have my back
Nothing like a moment's Moment
To get you back on track..

At least I'm making choices
Choices petty, or a choice grand
Though sometimes, it may not go as planned.

"Past my time"

He got me thinking
Not from my head
And left me wondering
Instead,

Bumped into him in the corridoor
While I stole a glance
Buying myself a coffee
And a chance,

He said Hello
And before a Goodbye was said
I heard a thousand words
Unsaid,

Saw him tomorrow
Watching me lose my mind
And falling short of expressions
Falling behind,

The gap of impression
Didn't discourage me at all
Every minute was significant
Yet small,

Another conversation
A story untold
The same old rusty corridoor
Turning cold,

He made me hold my breath
Ask the intended
It was like choking on air
Dead,

He was waiting for some today
While I simply stared
I stood there
Unprepared,

Once again I had
Made a mistake twice
It was no virtue of mine
Yet no vice,

The coffee in the aisle
With an emotion free
Took me by surprise and
Cost me,

He got me thinking
Not from my head
And left me hoping we'd never
Met..

"Blueberries and Blackcurrants"

I asked myself

When was the last time

I did a thing for the first time

Be spontaneous and young

And not a boring old bum

When time was not binding

I didn't tabulate my findings

Crazy was fun

The worried woman was my mum

Hurts were experimental

Used to dread a dental

Pockets were dry

Expenses were just as high

No plans on paper

Yet there was no later

Different days

And varying dismays

Vacations on the run

Emotions weighing less than a ton

No rush

But many a gush

With no deadlines to meet

I spent enough time on my feet

And looking in the mirror bare

I recognised the image there.

I realised all of a sudden

It must have been long ago

If I had to contemplate so

Now I'm a pretend grown up

Caught in the corporate rut

Striving to be "cool"

Childhood images run a teary pool

Looking busy

Feeling dizzy

A run once a run twice

Blame shifts and pointing vice

Clearing my cause and name

Never playing the same game

Calling for help

Cleaning out the shelf

Trying to understand life

Bah! just a waste of time

Always in a rush

Still many a gush

Trying to play my own mum

Even baby sitting anothers' son

Standing in the shade

Rarely getting paid

I think its officially done

I've forgotten how to have fun.