MIDNIGHT BLUES...A Poem by RoshanC

Moonlit night and deserted streets, 

Rusty path and silent breeze;

Hooting owls amid trodden feet,

Lonely hearts, warm yet freeze.

Teary eyes and trembling limbs,

A silent prayer in the lips;

Head held high towards the sky,

Wondering if someone hears my cries.

Glimpses of past and days of bliss,

Those holding hands and stolen kiss;

That stealing view across your window,

Those gestures with a gentle hiss.

Your rainbow skin under blazing skies,

Your rickety fingers, those glittering eyes;

Your gentle touch, the sublime smiles,

Your pestering and your somber cries.

Now you’ve gone and miles away,

Drifted apart, I’m fragile and astray;

Wish I could turn back time and say,

Make up your mind and together we’ll stay.

   TEARS OF A POOR MAN.......a Poem by RoshanC

Dwelling on a house of mud, and heart as those of gold;
Burden on their shaky back, have stories to unfold.
Barefoot they toil their life, their footsteps never falter;
A day for them is just a fight; for food, cloth and shelter!

Life for them is in the soil, death beneath the same;
The fruits they reap is all they have, happiness and fame.
The sun never rises on their head, sun sets on their shoulder;
In summers if they bathe in sweat, winters are as colder!

                           

Eyes full of dreams they live, even tears come with a price;   
A handful of joy is all they get, for sacrificing almost thrice.
Heads down in divinity they stoop, their faith in God is strong;
With sky their roof, and soil their bed, they wonder all along!

Days go by to years and decades, it's known time waits for none;
For in this world of tears and laughter, whatever done is done.
As we live the days in here, how often we try to see?
The scores of hidden pain inside; the drops of tears of thee!!!