That Sunday Morning

That Sunday morning 

a morning I woke up 

full of promises. 

Promises of love and kisses

A future as a Mrs 

That Sunday morning

I woke up thinking 

Of all the Sundays I have with you 

Of the bond we share 

Of the love we shall make

That Sunday morning, 

a lazy nakedness snuggles me onto bed

A morning where I fear nothing, 

Nothing bad could happen to me. 

That Sunday morning, 

a morning long gone 

a morning I longingly await. 

I wait for ye. 

Breaking down

I hope I don't break down,

Break down or break up into smithereens 

An empty bed

Many a restless nights 

My cheeks moist with sadness and fear

Fear of an empty future 

Fear of a broken self 

Paradise is lost 

Dreams seem unfulfilled 

Unrealistic are these dreams 

I weave a picture in my mind 

To fill empty spaces of the corners  of my heart 

But I'm cold 

I'm alone 

The dark night reflects my inner space 

Half dreamy eyes

 

I click on yet another verse. 

Feel the pain fading  away 

With each line 

Each stroke brings me closure to composure. 

I thank ye,

I thank ye for sleep Oh Lord! 

Aging with serenity

I see these 100+ year-olds 
With calmness and rigour in their eyes and breath
I see them giving hope for the Future
Despite living through the War years
Why have we,
Why have we the Millennials
Lost all hope to Live.
Lost hope and can't find faith even in Death.
Why do we write prose on Pessimism,
When our war torn Grampas and Grammas continue to live in Hope?
They have things to look forward to
They have cakes to Bake
Memories to Cherish
Nothing to Regret
Nothing to Forget
Their eyes dim with Age
But happiness begets them till the last Breath.

Living every day of my life

So this is a short verse I wrote as I celebrate World Poetry Day.

Living through everyday

Waking and living every minute of my life

Conscious my being

Conscious of the people surrounding me

The sound of the bubbling chai

I am aware of my happiness

Happiness of being surrounded by my loved ones

Happiness of having you around me

Touch of your skin

Your lips caressing me

I am aware of my happiness

I am happy being me

I know, I know

How you despise 

Whipping eggs and cheese for me

Humming away in your honest man's sweat in our tiny kitchenette

But you still do it

Dear Husband

You do it for me

Breaking my mental barriers

Breaking your physical boundaries

I love this little world of ours

Swearing and sweating our time on Earth

This is love

And this is happiness

I am aware of my happiness

I am happy being me.