The Photograph on the wall

Those never-ending days, those wonderful nights

When we had dined out in the candle light

Those sweet things we whispered in each other's ears

Those good times and the bad all through the years

Those memories they still haunt me, spring or fall

As I look up at the photograph on the wall.

She smiles down at me when I sit in her chair

Her face so bright against her raven-black hair

Her sparkling eyes like the glance of the deer

Her lips seem to whisper and I can almost hear

Her sweet little words when I sit in the hall

Looking up at her photograph on the wall.

She left me to face this cruel life all alone

I wish she was with me and never had gone

She was the one for me but she left me forlorn

I'd never find another if I tore the world down

I wish she was with me sitting here in the hall

When I look at her photograph on the wall.

I could never have dreamed in my wildest dreams

That she would leave me when only nineteen

If she was spared, I could have gone instead

But fate would heed nothing - not a word I said

I wish the ones that took her would soon give me the call

And not leave me here to stare at her photograph on the wall.

To continue in the poetic vein, an abrupt jump from dawn to dusk!!....

DUSK!

Dusk again,

The mercury is unbelievably low.

A long night ahead-

Nothing to do, nowhere to go.

I pick up my pen: yes, I'll write a poem!

My hands are numb, my mind is blank,

What shall I write?

Nothing!

Nobody to inspire me, nobody at all!

There's nothing I can do.

No words come out flowing

As they once used to...

Is this a poem..? Certainly not!

It's just another dusk.

Cold, dull and dragging...

Is this the dusk of my life...?

Blogging???

Well, well! I set up this blog space over 15 months ago, with an aim to give vent to my musings, and perhaps frustrations too. Since then I came to this page a few times but after pondering for sometime, each time, I left without adding as much as a word! Reason: I didn't know where or how to begin!!

So here I am, back again, but determined to make a beginning. And begin I will. At the outset, I thought of sharing, in this space, my first serious attempt at poetry. This was written many, many moons ago, when I was fascinated by a girl I met. She answered to the name 'Dawn' in the local lingo. Thus, I couldn't find a title more apt than 'Dawn'.

Prelude:

Dawn: the best time of day.... any day

Dawn

Dawn:

you ring out the night

you bring in the light

you're just oh so bright

Dawn:

you're a little angel

you're a pretty angel

you're so sweet 'n' gentle

Dawn:

you are the beginning

of my life 'n' my living

for you've given it a new meaning

Dawn:

you've given me a ray of hope

and with you by my side

life'd be an eternal song

Postlude:

Do you realize you are

Always on my mind?

Woman, come, stop being

Nonchalant!