Nostalgia

A longing I wait,
After you are gone,
Visualizing your presence,
All over and more.

As I walk that very park,
Remember the park we met?
And once you gently had caressed my cheek,
Oh Beloved, come back for I,
I need to express,
How much, YES! I LOVE YOU!

A fear of closeness I feared too harsh,
Thus a step aback I had moved,
Then you went…back and back,
Till you reached that Lord’s hands!

Now as I read the morning news,
A painful case…a painful case…
Indeed a very PAINFUL CASE…

Your gentle touch I now long,
After you are gone,
Waiting your presence,
Just like the shore that stares to the eternal horizon…but just to see its shore!

(This is a poem I wrote after reading James Joyce’s A Painful Case. The poem is longing of love by James Duffy.)

Patient Children of the World

How long can patience wait,
When everything is in haste?
To patience, when you cheer and woo,
What is time? When it flows a river’s journey?

Yes! Oh! yes! Life is early,
To noon and night…
Those mystic dawns and dusk,
Astounding shades, bright morning suns,
As earth does around, those patience are pretences!

Almighty voice, hear my words,
As I reclaim, who are you?
And yet you turn the tides,
Smooth and soft,
Gentle wind,
Tranquility and clash…

And when everything you turn at pace,
Why do your children wait?

Another Chance …an aching for longing your love

Feelings does prevail, when emotions are full,
When in melancholy affection fails to comfort,
Loneliness, ‘spite the crowd does last long,
Love, when love, becomes a bane,
Its joy turns sadness, smiles becomes pain.

That deep red rose, I once gave to you,
Look! its color is fading…withering…falling apart,
For the spring that brought joy and laughter,
Has slowly slipped away, by the sad autumn,
To a brief halt or eternity? I know not the length.

As I sit back and rest,
I stay confused…worried…my eyes feel heavy,
Longing your way, where you never come to me,
Longing your affections that you never, show to me,
Longing your care that you never do to me,
Longing your merry talks that you never share to me,
Longing your love that you never express!

Into the Wild

I walk in heavy steps, my heart pounds in confusion,
As I stop by the woods…deep down the center,
Rudderless, I know not where to go,
Where would I reach, as I turn a way?

The valleys are long gone,
I do not know when it will start again,
All I hear are wild sounds of the wilderness,
The colossal breeze, the shades of the sun.

The echoes of agony, screams and pain,
Were sometime ago absorbed by the woods,
Just when I had reached the forest,
Just as I had crossed the village…

Above the shade, a majesty, I know reigns,
Giving life, spreading warmth,
And as I walk, I wander on my journey,
To reach above the shade, ‘neath the sun.