"Tomorrow"

There she is
Touching the silver line
Despite the clouds which surround it
She is doing fine, just fine

She has a plan
But she doesn't know it yet
She has a plan
And it's her best bet

She looks at him
He tells her she is not wrong
And even in those blistering moments
She is producing a song

She has a plan
But she doesn't know it yet
She has a Future
Who she hasn't met

He lets her cry
So she smells of tears
But her face is that of a girl
One that a woman fears

She has a plan
But she doesn't know it yet
She will create a new picture
But for now, the canvas is wet

The space crowds her
And she struggles to keep him in view
She may have lost a life
But got a moment in lieu

She has a plan
But she doesn't know it yet
She has an answer
But the question lies in debt.

--Dear Mom--

I wrote this a month ago but didn't have the heart to put it up. Amidst all the sadness, solitude and sniffles I have the courage to say that these words in reality come to me from her- I only pen them down.

This one's for mom, you'll always be with me...


The little girl
Red, white, polka dots
Sparkling in her manners
Sat, separating her toys in lots

The maid beside her
Watched, fed, stood
Every word had a story
To feed what little she could

The prize was priceless
Home, Caresses and Mom
And the condition simple,
The cookie had to be gone

Whilst she cried
Tears, Temper, little frowns
The maid insisted she eat up
Before her stomach growls

I looked on, fascinated
Ideas,insanity, mind swirls
Could this be a way to find Mom?
If only I were the little one with curls

'Eat my cookie, and go back to mom?'
Heavenly, impossible, childish
In my madness I let me believe
God may grant me that wish

It was worth a shot
Helpless, Desperate, Sour
I ran into the house
To find that cookie jar

Grabbing a handful
Dramatic, Juvenile, in Fear
I wolfed down the bits
Awaiting that prize so dear

Eyes tight shut
Waiting, Counting, seeing no other
By now even the little girl had gone home
Home to her mother.

But I felt nothing, went nowhere
Only pain, pain, pain
I was still in the park
Going insane.

So I yelled out loud
Hopeful, Silly, searching her
'Look God, I have finished my cookie'
But, He chose not to answer...