The last memories

when memories fail,

and I no longer recognize me,

take me to the sea shore,

and leave me there on the beach.

as the rays of the setting sun

sets the blue sky ablaze,

and the fingers of an approaching evening

tenderly closes my eyes one last time,

as the gentle waves of the sea

sing a haunting lullaby in my ears,

and the high tides cradle

and carry me to the comforting depth of the sea,

as this enchanting world slowly slips away,

let these last memories be engraved on my eyes.

and on the day of the new dawn,

may be in another little corner of the universe,

reincarnation, a new beginning.

when I open my eyes to start a new journey,

blessed with the last memories,

fortunate to be born in this earth,

this blue sky, the warm sands by the sea side,

endless expanse of a rolling sea,

where the setting sun goes down

every evening with a promise of

a new dawn,

let these last memories

be with me.

Lost butterfly

Enchanted by earthy fragrance

I hop from flower to flower

Oblivious to the expansive emptiness

of the open sky

I seek solace 

In confines of the known

And when the night falls

In darkness

Stars glitter

I rue

That I clipped my wings,and

Lost the trail

Bargained for peace, but

Forever condemned

To the cocoon

Of my comfort

Marching Song of the Sloths

This poem started as a tongue in cheek comment to a post Turning by  Ritu Bhathal(butismileanyway) yesterday. She was kind enough to respond back with two smiling emojis (two of them, not one, just think of it), so I thought why not post the comment as a poem in my blog.  I decided to sleep on it and before I knew Thursday turned to Friday.  Before we go to the weekend, here it is.

A mountain far away,
Distant fire on a
Cold winter’s night,
Pursue at your own peril,
They recede as you approach,
So heed the wise,
Turn.
Why leave the comfort
Of a warm bed?
Nike is not going to pay you
To just do it😊