Up on the roof, before the door
I once stood still to hear a roar
I wasn't sure, I had no proof
Before the door, up on the roof

I used a stool to see behind
I peeked in vain, I tried to find
I feared to find a fearsome ghoul
To see inside, I used a stool

But now it's clear, I'm quite sure
The deceiving sound-just a lure
The wind blew in, and then shall veer
I'm quite sure, it comes now clear.

HOUR OF SADNESS

At our age
daily one needs to be ready
to go
else hear the sad news
one just goes
where heaven knows

May those who have lived a long life
''REST IN PEACE ''
convey to all
as and when

Somewhere beyond beyond
many hope to meet
God keep Hope alive
in one and all
as and when
'tis time

These futile words what can they mean?
Any fool can hope and dream,
Put pen to paper, easy to do.
But it takes a man to see dreams through.

Am I a Man?
I sometimes wish I could be more than shape and form,
What should I fear as darkness falls?
Soon night must come, and then,
No more.

Not true, I shall be all I loved,
In them I live as memories,
As my bones in the grave decay as rust,
So I live on though my flesh be dust.

silence weaves its blanket 'round me
unlike the tapestry that dreams paint
where hope brings sun rising brightly
but reality is my twilight growing faint

water is leaking through a metal roof
onto the floor where memories sleep
transfixed I watch time washed away
counting vanished scenes like sheep

you still laugh from my phone screen
your ghost pirouettes in a mirror land
flashing lights...like disowned fireflies
the screen blurs..into hourglass sand