When the going gets tough …

As the silent blue night stifles fate,

in the darkness of it’s cloak….
Heart wishes a wish,
but the clouds veil all hopes.
Masking the sparkle,
of shimmering sky-dots.
Quelling my wish -
…“sighting a shooting star”…

Winds gauge desire,
and woo a twinkle to me…
from the fathomless twilight,
a wish laden messenger I see.
Sent just for me!
…“a flickering firefly”…
When the going gets tough,
angels bestow little parcels of joy.

Original painting available on: http://www.etsy.com/listing/75694499/shooting-star-original-cat-folk-art

Evening pick-ups

Clock ticks 5.

His scent clouds my mind,

feelings clot...

His smile reflects on my lips… 

… as memory recalls his thoughts …

Speeding, faster than wind,
Panting flights of impatient stairs;
I reach that disciplining door-step;
behind which, his day is spent…

Happy muffles escape confined separation;
a known giggle churns my yearning heart,
He’s been having a good day, I sense
but did he miss me… least once???

Anxious fist knocks secured door,
hushing the other side.
Each one wishing his parent.
But this time is mine…

Door opens....
unlocking reviving smile,
tiny feet toddle; cross that last mile…
Racing,
blabbering a million words,
leaping in open arms of mine;
Melting my hectic long day,
into a moment of indescribable paradise....!!!

Dedicated to my Aum who, at the door-step of his babysitting, lightens up my evenings with his ever-warming, inseparable hug …. 

Taming the moon

From behind the milky mist of floating clouds,
admiring earth’s beauty from the darkness of his skies...
Hiding, peeping,
secretly enjoying his freedom;
from her sheltered shadows all fortnight…

He reflects majestic sheen for once…
in the restless ocean mirrors of her tearing salty eyes...
Envious... just today;
as her moon flaunts his radiance, detached…
… undespised …

Raging at the horizon, swelling voluptuous waves
foaming into magnificent roars of emotions;
longing for her beloved
… to snuggle back in the tamed warmth of her bosom…

Whilst he, henpecked;
     yearns his own existence…
     until the next full moon blossoms…

painting by Julie Evrette

Penning a wandering though in the moonlight….
as ears enjoy the sounds of the hypnotized sea
Thanks to the gravitational magic of the mighty moon…..!!!