Heart Lore
Heart Lore
The wind still blows
The breeze still whistles through my ears.
But doesn’t sooth me anymore.
The Christmas carols are still sung
In the church, at the far end
The bells still jingle their message
To one and all
And the beautiful Christmas tree
Still, does call me for some appreciation
But none of them excite me anymore.
Winter once again has brought
Its chilly evenings and enthralling spirit
But nothing pleases me anymore.
Away from friends
Longing overshadows joy
And the deep feeling of nostalgia
Depresses and pains….
Down the memory lane
I want to dive—
In my past rejoices
Those small unforgettable moments.
When sadness surges through the soul,
The spirit dampened in melancholy
The heart’s sentiments grip on me so strong
And the deep expectations, engrossing dreams, true desires
That the heart hath spun,
Are all unfulfilled….
Only an evergreen smile canopying the face
Comes to my relief..
The Past never calls us
But we do turn and look back—
Trying to cling to it
And yearn to go back in time—
While the Present patiently waits
Filled with longing for our attention…
I have to hold my memories
And hug the present
And I would….
As the New Year awaits
Give it an enthusiastic welcome….
HAPPY NEW YEAR..
The wind still blows
The breeze still whistles through my ears.
But doesn’t sooth me anymore.
The Christmas carols are still sung
In the church, at the far end
The bells still jingle their message
To one and all
And the beautiful Christmas tree
Still, does call me for some appreciation
But none of them excite me anymore.
Winter once again has brought
Its chilly evenings and enthralling spirit
But nothing pleases me anymore.
Away from friends
Longing overshadows joy
And the deep feeling of nostalgia
Depresses and pains….
Down the memory lane
I want to dive—
In my past rejoices
Those small unforgettable moments.
When sadness surges through the soul,
The spirit dampened in melancholy
The heart’s sentiments grip on me so strong
And the deep expectations, engrossing dreams, true desires
That the heart hath spun,
Are all unfulfilled….
Only an evergreen smile canopying the face
Comes to my relief..
The Past never calls us
But we do turn and look back—
Trying to cling to it
And yearn to go back in time—
While the Present patiently waits
Filled with longing for our attention…
I have to hold my memories
And hug the present
And I would….
As the New Year awaits
Give it an enthusiastic welcome….
HAPPY NEW YEAR..
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