Poetry, Free thought, Realization, Painting, Story & ...

The Flamboyant Tree I saw you embellished with peacock flower as you stand so still. But seldom do you now see me trill, past the hill. Few were the times you made captive of a passerby. Only when left amongst all in the orchard, you remained the last to bloom. Those very few I endeared, thoughtfully gave them a pet name. Named my daughter Tini, hoping she would always be the same. One by one I plucked the pinnules in my teens at times of indecisiveness. And the last one left, often guided me; so did I name you the Decision tree. I saw you as you withstand the thunder and the storm, That bared you of, all the glory and your flamboyant form. While in my woes you have sheltered me in your shade. Caressed me with your low-hanging leaflets as I find my woes slowly fade. On a certain day, a puff to my pipe puts the smoke up in the air. My weary eyes look up to see the blue sky and the sun glare. I saw you conceal the sky from me with the spread o...

I couldn't see you leave My nights were spent as I hear you speak, My nights also spent as I stop you speak, Night passed by as I hear you breathe, And so often woke me up when I no longer hear you breathe. Now I tell my child the days that I passed. Feeling his breath with the dorsum of my hand hearing him go numb. Following him everywhere that promised him days few more. And often hopelessly chasing life that for sure one day give in. Those were the days we were meant to celebrate. But fate kept us together more when days were bad. And bad days are known to last longer than the good, So did I hope to be aside you till you are gone. Not many days did I spend since the day I had left, to return soon. And now I hear the news that you are no longer alive. I brood that when I was near, I saw you die daily. But when you did die, I could not see you die!