Memories Golden

No regrets, no complaints,
No looking back,
Only memories to
Keep me company
As I slowly move
Through my
Remaining days.

Every dawn
A new beginning,
Every sunset,
Gentle reminder
That final destination
Is not that far .

And at last
I am free to choose
Memories golden
That light
My path.

Life is about choices

Life is about choices we make

Reverberating reminiscence of regrets

Sliding down memory lane of past unfulfilled

Wrapped in cocoons of miseries unwelcome

From which no butterflies will ever emerge

Chosen to fly instead with new found wings

Imagination unbridled, mind uncluttered

Exploring new frontiers, make new friends

Carrying memories beautiful to fuel my flight

Fistful of Stars Covered by Dark Clouds : Collection of Five Short Poems

Wrote this collection of five short poems first in my mother tongue, Axomiya(Assamese), couple of weeks back.  Translated these to English today with the Axomiya version following.  The first poem, titled If Death be a Lover was posted on my blog on March 16, 2018.

If death be a lover

And grants only one wish

Will make death promise

To embrace and take me whole

It’s Party Time, Corporate Ladder and Saturday Six Minute Challenge

Yesterday, after a long time, I had some free moments to enjoy reading posts on my reader at leisure. It is becoming a luxury for me nowadays. I decided to work from home yesterday,not that I was not working but the freedom from two hours of round trip commute and associated tiredness offered me the opportunity to indulge.   As usual, Murphy’s Law did work ( not sure who that Irishman was) and things that could go wrong went wrong at work on a Friday afternoon keeping me busy on phone and by e-mails.  But I am digressing, it has no relevance to this story.  Ah! the freedom of working in one’s pajamas. Wonderful indeed.  I immediately realized how much I was missing out. One has to do what has to be done. So no complaints and no regrets. I also ended up posting few of my own poems. All those activities, of course, resulted in going to bed late at night.

Getting up late on a Saturday morning, first post I saw was “It’s a Party“.  With those pictures of cake and coffee, my sleep deprived mind conjured up a vision of evite to a birthday party.  Little did I realize that Jackie was offering only zero calorie foods and beverages at the party.  However, there is ample opportunity to mix and mingle and make new friends.  So do go ahead, visit and make friends.

One of the new friends I made,  Amruta, had a beautiful poem titled Corporate Ladder, a new version of the nursery rhyme, Ten in the Bed, on her site.  I like her spin on the nursery rhyme and could not desist making a comment.  Sharing with you all my comment to Amruta’s post as my contribution to Kristi’s Saturday Six Minute Challenge.

View From The Top 

It’s always lonely at the top
When you fall down
You break your neck
Higher you rise
Mightier is the fall
And oh my,
What a wreck
Do you make
But
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.
.
.
The view must be
Beautiful from the top
So what the heck !

Have a beautiful weekend, dear readers.